James Grayson

Rookie (5th July 1988 / Manchester, England)

Adrenalin - Poem by James Grayson

Im walking.
Hood up.
On the phone.
I shut up.
Theres a man,
Tall and broad.
Why do I hesitate
To walk towards.

'I'll call back in a mo.'
And I hang up the phone.
I stare at this man,
Now my heads in the zone.
He quickens his pace,
And when in arms reach,
He swings at my face and
Personal boundries are breached.


He's far too big,
So I run like the wind.
When I stop running,
The cut starts to stinng.
Collapse to my knees.
Stomachs churning.
I throw up.
That was disturbing.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 28, 2010

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