The room is cold,
I’m breaking out in sweat,
Trapped in unending nightmares,
Hell is on my heels,
I got to get away,
I’m trapped,
I scream a shrill sound in the impending darkness that surrounds the bed in which,
I sit rocking back and forth my eyes filled with pain,
Bloody tears run unchecked down my pale face,
Even as my lungs labor for breath.
I gasp for air I can’t breathe…
But just as I suspected I’m all alone no one’s after me,
But just as I start to drift away again,
I see it now before me a fiery path,
I walk into it my body going up in flames,
It’s then I realize I was never meant to exist in this world or any other.
I know the feeling well Silva - well thought of poetry........regards......willow
Again very strong in the feeling that the poem expresses, you are able to express it so well, I love the use and combination of words! Also the imagery is great! ~~Elya Thorn~~
What an emotional poem! I just read Adam's poem that had a very similar feeling to it.........(you would probably like it) Very good poem Silver. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know the feeling well Silva - well thought of poetry........regards......willow