Phillip Dodham Cormier

Rookie (June 7th / Toronto)

Nightmare - Poem by Phillip Dodham Cormier

The ice-cold hand grips my throat
My voice too small to cry out
I am trapped.
Nowhere to run
No Escape
The hand tightens
Squeezing my life from me
I gasp for air yet none is retrieved.
My body quakes and shudders
As the hand’s pressure increases
I want to scream
But nothing escapes my narrowing throat
It is over
My life is ended
Farewell world
Farewell to the place I knew
Only for a brief moment
Farewell to all
My eyes close
As last bit of air fills my lungs
I awake with a start

© May 3 2010

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  • Rookie William Jackson (5/3/2010 9:51:00 PM)

    An apt description of a nightmare. I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 3, 2010



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