Primed passions
cringe in shuddering,
heart throbbing as jack hammer,
suppressing
the image of a banshee
clawing
inside the chest,
agonizing over hellish mirages of dread,
panic envisions
of anxiety's alien embryo
bursting out of its egg
implanted within
to break through rip cage
causing waves of most intense pain.
Stirred by night's song of paranoia serenade
hearing fear's phantom melody
in pounding on the door
as if swat team
are preparing for a raid.
All taken place in the mind's sound studio
where musicians are ghost assassins
and the music flows through headphones
connected to imaginary walkman stereo.
Author notes
99 words
3. Who is knocking at my door
A contest entry
- PIF forward contest of Rifkins I won gold! by Topaze.
1000 points, ended July 1, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a wonderful write that has kindly blessed my page, thank you for the fine entry in this contest.
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This is wonderfully created. I just loved the imagery in your sentences. Good luck in the contest.
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good
a very sweet poem with all it can enclose. happiness, anxiety, new life, music and what not. just love it.
all the best for the contest
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