Confusion sets in like an anchor,
hooking deep, piercing, distinctly,
I can’t even scream, my lungs left
soundless, murmurs tainting.
Breathing in, gushing of noise;
swooping eagles come nibbling on
ears, poisoning, intoxicating,
my stream of thoughts- blended.
Freckles on my face burning up,
as words stay flat on my tongue;
melting away to a room of, hushed-
unspoken, complicated words.
A contest entry
- heck yes.... by written-in-ink.
400 points, ended March 26, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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