Cynthia

Terror

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.

 

Comments3

  • lyn Girl

    great write!

    • Cynthia

      Thanks

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      wow, this is very powerful so well expressed ! well done . so terribly sad tho ,

      • Cynthia

        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

      • Jamie

        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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