Where I AmA Poem by Tash HillFor there is nothing, nothing where I am.There is silence where I am; silence that consumes. It coils and devours; the most acidic of fumes. Ragged and torn, my soul is riven at the seams, until I am quivering and broken, deafened by screams. For there is silence, silence where I am. There are shadows where I am; shadows that feast. They prowl and skulk like some blood thirsting beast. Unseeing and stupefied, I am pale and shaken blindly beholding the evil I have waken. For there are shadows, shadows where I am. There are phantoms where I am; phantoms that devour. They engulf and obliterate " lay waste and turn sour. Thrashing and ensnared, I rip at my core, until all that I am, is fleshy ribbons and gore. For there are phantoms, phantoms where I am. There is blood where I am; blood that drenches. It oozes and smoulders, a dark hunger it quenches. Writhing and screaming, I crumble in defeat, white flag raised, a rusted bugle sounding my retreat. For there is blood, blood where I am. There is despair where I am; despair that entangles. It chokes and bulges, a dense mass that strangles. Forsaken and wretched, I bow my head and weep, for there is nothing left; nothing to keep. For there is nothing, nothing where I am. © 2014 Tash HillAuthor's Note
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