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My Undoing
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My Undoing |
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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
I hear the footsteps of death Echoing their verdict against me At my neck, a cold cutting breath From someone I cannot see As I walk brisker of pace To escape horrors of imagination Fear grips and contorts my face And mind reels in terror sensation Under darkened trees make my way The shadows deeper and colder yet What tricks between mind and eyes will play Giving myself over to panic I will not let But the footfalls of doom persist Pulse quickens, heart skips a faltering beat Perspiration mounts as I fight to resist Increasing urge to turn around to meet The tormentor who follows ever The shadow of flesh-hungry desire Who shall stop at nothing, never Even after I am consumed in fire After all is said and done in the darkest end, My own undoing was familiar, like a childhood friend |
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teenpoet Member
since 2001-10-17
Posts 280Michigan |
Wow, demons of your own. Written very well. I really get the sense of someone following you, like i should. I don't know. My head's not together today. It's a good poem, nonetheless. The future isn't now, that was yesterday. |
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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
Thank you for reading. |
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