Abject terror

sorenbarrett

An inky droplet of sunset spreads its oily chill through the clear pool of night

sending shuddering shivers in swelling breakers of frenetic darkness, toe to chin

Black doubt's frost, beads on quivering thorns of icy, suffocating, fright

Desperation's spectral phantoms clothed in frozen polluted shadows of what might have been

 

Piercing crystal slivers of frigid fear, puncture a barren plain of sterile white

Thoughts and muscles imprisoned behind ice bars of an immobilized mind

buried in burning snows of paranoia's contagious, infected bite

fantastic panic erupts from ruptured frostbitten blisters of a false portent blind

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2023 10:07
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, L. B. Mek
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  • Teddy.15

    This is utterly beautiful. 💖

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Teddy i appreciate the read and humbling comment.

    • Bella Shepard

      You had me in Abject terror all the way through. Descriptive words that penetrate the psyche, I may sleep with the light on tonight, and periodically look under the bed. You are a force to be reckoned with my friend. Powerful stuff here!

      • sorenbarrett

        Sorry my friend didn't mean to startle just entertain. Thanks so much for the read Bella.

      • orchidee

        Oh no, you pinched a wedding speech that someone read out for KP and me! lol.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks Orchi, hopefully the jealous reader was her ex-boy friend not her parents. lol Appreciate the read and chuckle

        • sorenbarrett

          Sorry my friend didn't mean to startle just entertain. Thanks so much for the read Bella.

        • L. B. Mek

          rich in iconic imagery
          reads like a serenade
          to the scenic passages
          in our poetic realities..
          'Piercing crystal slivers of frigid fear, puncture a barren plain of sterile white'
          we truth scribblers
          ink, with emotionality's
          shaky fingers

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you L.B. your comments are deeply appreciated as always



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