Psychography Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Psychography



any freak experience sucks us
into a flurry of awry thoughts
what strike us like after shocks;
we tremble with brooding tremors.
then we seek for a panic room
rather grope for a secluded solace:
if we make it we recoil and recline
and if we fail we may raise resilient hood
and spew full venom like a beheaded rattlesnake.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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