A SCARY TIME FOR YOUNG MENA Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror" the power deprived is no longer mine " the pull of a stare attraction creates a flicker to spark eyes meet sweet caught in the haste a cheek to bliss the gentle brush desire delivers in the click of a lock hands clutched tight on your neck the shock, the tightening seize a gripping strength, a slow squeeze the mind dazed, a hunt to breathe hardwired impulse, a raw surging need clawing hands in an iron grasp the steadfast catch enforce a steel reap heat from the hiss of a monster slices in the ear tears fall for God’s wretched care a kiss dry upon your cheek final is seen so clear the violence of a stranger crushing sincere pain defends a will to suffer wounds heal and fade as isolation aids a mind free to fear placed in your outline lost beside time hinged in a turning point roaming corners blind caught off guard bows down to find the power deprived I no longer call mine broken walks biased to places inside screaming beneath a paralyzed surface trapped in your embrace fingers search to retrace dignities vacant place ravaged in a waste I live buried alive I look for you all the time I sleep on the furthest edge of a cliff I wake trespassing the abyss Terry D'Arcy-Ryan © 2018 TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorReviews
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Added on October 27, 2018Last Updated on December 22, 2018 AuthorTerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorPHOENIX, AZAboutWhen I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Star Ship Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. .. more..Writing
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