Your Grip Is Eternal

A poem about fear dominating another.

Your Grip Is Eternal

How your strong cracked hands

Have a choking stronghold on me,

Gripping me so tight by the neck,

Strangling me so

I can hardly see.

 

Your sharp teeth gnash and

Shred my skin

Until it bleeds.

The pure taste of me

Makes your hunger

Grow stronger

For more.

 

My nocturnal

Thoughts of you

Had me tossing

Around restlessly

In my bed sheets

For weeks.

 

Your evil hand's power of control over my

Soul makes me

Cower meekly in the corner

Of my closet,

Crouching down on my bare feet.

My fear of you

Causes me to tremble and sob

Whenever your

Deep thunderous voice speaks.

 

Only when you die,

Will I find true relief.

Yet even then,

I’ll wonder about your possessed

Ghost haunting me in my sleep or as I think,

While I grieve.

 

My trembling fear for you is eternal,

Even in death or peace,

You shall never leave me be.

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I thought this was dark and it was also sad. Cause most of the stuff said in this poem is horrible, but eventually there will be no dominance. Thanks for sharing.

[Black Cat Fever]

A dark haunting poem, frightening too. But those are the fun kind, a cold lethal blood hungry vamp coming by.

[G. Anderson]

I loved the theme.

My only suggestion is to change font :/ my eyes are a little sore, lol.

Gage

[Michael of Gilead]

Very good Marie, hard hitting and I love the vampire aspect.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Haunting. It just a testament to the power of fear and how it can overcome
all that is good...better. Your ambition what realized.

[Charles]

You always bring an ironic tone to the melodies of love and lust. Love hurts at times, and the palpabale waves of lust make it somewhat hard to resist. Well said.

[Dream Weaver]

"Haunting eerily Haunting"

[ashley]

this scares me... reminds me of my own monster. well written, but i have bad eyes and the font made it a bit hard to read... might just be me, though... i'm blind as a bat. :P

[Crow]

Very well written piece, great imagery, and deep psychological meaning.

[David W Moore III]

I agree with the font issue, but a haunting piece, Kind of like the last stranza of my poem shadows:

And now, even now, on a day such as this,
With the sun shining bright in the air,
In my sight and my hearing, always laughing and learing,
A dark poison shadow is there.