Erica Cuillin Poems
|5.||Eyes That Do Not Smile||5/15/2009|
|6.||First World Poverty||5/15/2009|
|12.||In A Flash||5/15/2009|
|15.||What Is It Like?||5/15/2009|
|16.||Strong, Wild And Free||5/15/2009|
|17.||Thunder (A Panic Attack)||5/15/2009|
Thunder (A Panic Attack)
In the distance I hear thunder
And it’s calling out my name.
It doesn’t matter which way I run,
It will find me just the same.
Now I feel it moving closer
Than it ever has before,
And soon the old familiar fear
Is knocking at my door.
I look around to find a place
To hide myself away,
But realise if I’m to be free,
I must find the courage to stay.
My heart’s beating so fast now
I can’t feel it any more.
My body freezes and cold sweat oozes
From my every pore.
The thunder strikes me suddenly,
Shoots like lightning through ...
Dead Lion, you're asleep on the carpet again.
In a daze you wake up, yawn loudly and then
You get up, walk around, lost in your mental lair
And you look like a zombie with your sticking-up hair.
Don't let your mind drift to some faraway land.
I must ask you some questions, I must understand
How you can pretend to be watching TV,
How your eyes look around but you choose not to see.