The Senses Poem by Arianna Tranza

The air in the room is still
Clouds roll in from across the sky
Sweeping in the chill
I watch the devils fly
The wind bites at my cheeks
Their words numb my senses
As their voices rise to peaks
Arguing false pretences
Venomous retorts bounce back from the walls
Echoing in my ears
My soul is covered by as little as a shawl
Revealing all my fears
Ice freezes my fingers
The warm blood turns cold
The mist puts out the embers
I know this of old
The poison stirred around infiltrates my eyes
Hot and sore they become
Thick from all these lies
Insults fired as rapidly as a gun
Death fills the air
Contorts images in my head
Makes my nostrils flare
My soul turns to lead
Blood fills my mouth
Time to go now
I'll be heading south
Go on and take a bow