Blood pumping through my veins
Stomach feels as though it is at my feet
My heart beating faster than ever
The sweat forming along my body making me drip
I'm running
The fear clawing at my insides
The fear is too much
No, no
Fear doesn't even begin to describe this feeling
It started deep in the pit of my stomach
In a place unknown
It has quickly consumed me
I try screaming but to no avail
No noise is made
All I can hear is the sound of my heart thrown into over-drive
And the sound of my uneven breaths
Every breath I take feels like a struggle
The fear of looking back to see what's chasing me keeps me running forward
Terror has his fingers around my throat
His grip tightening by the second
Terror, yes, terror
That is the word that describes this feeling
You see a baby kitten
Starved and beat
You see the look in their eyes and it is not fear or horror but terror
It will tremble when you hold it
It's consumed in terror
That is how I feel
Look into my eyes and you shall see it
The awful
The dreadful
Terror
Every time my heart beats
It beats with terror.
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Author:
Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
great write!
Thanks
wow, this is very powerful so well expressed ! well done . so terribly sad tho ,
i guess you can say ive been gifted with the power of poetry because since i can remember back to the age of 6 ive been writing poetry
That's what I've been saying, You've got a gift! And hopefully someday life will quit beating on you, but you are definitely a strong soul!
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