A silent terror stinging the inside of my eyes
all the thoughts I hold inside
All the scars, thick and deep
open wounds no one else can see
I'm scared of everything
The faces I see at night
The screams I hear make me think my nightmares sometimes come to life
I can still smell the sickness
I can still feel the sweat
You words are little hands, choking me to death
I can still remember
the cold steel against my flesh
shaking, unable to breathe
as my mother held with steady hands
a gun she hadn't fired- yet
Author notes
OUR GREATEST FEAR
is a series of poems depicting different areas of my life. Series A will be numbered 1 - 11 with the above poem being considered '1'.
Same for series B.
Each shall contain additional information for the poem or lyric at the bottom (here).
Feel free to ask questions though poetic comments are most welcomed as this is a poetic site and not a blog and my poetry comes first.
Thank you
JADA
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Comments
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Beautiful and definitely dark.
I love sentences "I can still smell the sickness" and
"as my mother held with steady hands
a gun she hadn't fired- yet"
Well done^^
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