Cold fingers grip you
a heart stop pumping
wet eyes plead you
full now of nothing
words besiege you
between fits of coughing
foreboding hits you
but you are laughing
pity is beneath you
the breath is halting
emotions kill you
the human acting.
Author notes
Contest Prompt: Terror
A contest entry
- Word prompt: Terror by amnouup.
530 points, ended November 5, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice description
A nice description of human terror and its fragile nature, well done :-)
best wishes,
Mou

