A Brief Supremacy (Rhyme) Poem by Christie Maker

Hand entangled round your throat
Slowly starts its squeezing
Uncaring hand at your chest
Unwanted disruption to your breathing

In, Out, In In In
Grasp is getting tighter
Hand is searching for a way
To make the body lighter.

Races round your inner being
Causing havoc as it passes
Rounds up heavy weight of damp
To ascend before it crashes

Through blurred eyes and down pained face
A trickle then the warning thunder
Sounds aloud a change of pace
As hand rips suspended nerves asunder

Rolling tumbling hazardous waters
Churning deep below the obvious
Rapidly trickle turns to flood
As strangled emotions become tumultuous.

Merciless drops demandingly fall
Heedless of the sudden touch
Of the palm that reaches angrily up to
Rid themselves of the likes of such

Repulsive tears being surrendered from
A mass of sore and heaving heart
Unwanted torrent pushing relentlessly
Threatening to tear peace apart.

Havoc reigns supreme as flood waters journey
Through heaving chest and swollen eyes
No let up from the sudden onslaught
Until hand chooses its grip to realise

And reluctantly it releases, its absolute hold
Uncaringly tiring of its sudden brief reign
And exhausted heart lays emotionlessly empty,
As the storms calm eye brings a dull relief from pain.