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

[Norma M Sutton]

Nice. I had a little trouble with the font, but the poem is wonderful.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sounds like this has a deeper meaning bout past mistakes creating a demon that won't let you leave an emotional hell. Very dark and creative.

haunting. (no pun intended)

[Steve]

Not true Marie..................dont let that be the case.

[Miss Coral]

This was a powerful piece... great word choice. I would perhaps expand emotionally, and change the font, as I found it somewhat distracting.

Great ending.

Great piece altogether.

-Coral-

[MissVixen]

I think this is really good. I especially liked the 4th stanza!!! That was my overall favorite because of all the pictures it presented to the reader. Great use of language throughout the poem as well.

[Robin]

gripping indeed powerful emotions displayed here

[Short.Nerd]

This is really good! Great Job