Description: the inner battle of fear. (with fixed typo.)(now forgot the title... all good now sorry.)
An Almost Massacre on Fear St. -------------------------------------------
My skin is washed red with blood
I lay here with open wounds
the burn of metals singe my soul
waves of darkness flutter past my eyes
It is coming...
my strength fades
weakness makes a home within me
my breath gurgles as it drowns
I can not feel the ridged concrete against my back
It is coming...
my soul thickens
my hands begin to strengthen
I clasp my hands around my wounds
the bleeding is beginning to stop
It is leaving...
I can spit out the liquid drowning my lungs
breath is steadying
I gouge out the metals with my fingers
the bullets are laid aside
It is gone...
Fear is gone
but it shall return
hey-another great poem! i really liked it-i could feel the build up and then the letting down at the end-it made me focus on the emotion i was feeling moreso than the meaning at first-the second time though i could get more of it-i liked the originality of it-good work. have a good one! l8z. -Skodi
Submission Name: An Almost Massacre on Fear St.
