HelplessA Poem by Andrew DeMarsShock. Vision gone, the future curtains Sight, the events about to play due From this catastrophic moment. Cold, broken, frightened, alone. Heart nose-dives from ribs, plunging to depths of guts and terror. Time’s hands switch to feet Strolling away, dreams tucked in pockets. Blood pumping icy shards beneath bumpy flesh.
© 2011 Andrew DeMarsReviews
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