Devin Patrick Dawson

Find Me Composure

……….Sweating with no resistance to back me up….. My hands are breaking….slowly the walls creep up on me…… What in the world is going on? Am I still alive? Or maybe….the question is…….am I still dead? ...... I wake up and fall flat on my face. My legs are battered from the flesh wound I suffered….. ….I creep towards the door…..Then I hear a knock……. “Who are you? ? ? ? ? ” I screamed as the figure pulled me. I clawed at the floor at an attempt to get free. “No Dice….” The figure took me towards this place or total darkness. My fingernails are ripped apart as I clawed through the gravel. I try to kick the figure but, every time, I feel this brutal, crushing grip on my legs that make me stop automatically. The figure throws me inside an abandoned building and I scream my heart out as for someone to possibly hear me. “No Dice…” As I sit here, rotting…..I heard a noise. It was the figure. I look at it as it chains me up and takes me toward a deep hole in the foundation of the building. He points towards the deep hole and says, ”REPENT OR FACE DEATH…” I close my eyes and I say no. I lose my voice as I plummet down the pit. “No Dice…” Devin Dawson

Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 23, 2009

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