Panic an unknown killer,
I'm not dead but here I lie,
fear I've yet to overcome,
I think that I'm going to die.
I can barely speak a word,
tears dripping from my eyes,
bad thoughts raging in my head,
fear heard in my cries.
I walked down a lonely path
and fell in a deep hole,
mental suffering in my head,
a strange feeling in my soul.
In each breath a sting of fear,
I feel like I must run,
I have hold on life so dear
my time here isn't done.
I saw a shadow on the wall,
looked at my trembling hand,
all dizzy and scared inside,
fear can be hard to understand.
A contest entry
- It's Dark in the Air by Tigris.
450 points, ended April 27, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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You have a way with words for sure, and this poem is a fear in itself. Thank you for entry it was what I was looking for.
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