Untitled Poem by Tony B.B.

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My skin is becoming cold and damp
A painful pulse in my eyes is
Bouncing off the inside of the back of my skull
And all voices echo
The blurriness of my peripheral sight
Maelstroms towards the center of my vision
Overwhelmed with anticipation
My teeth clench as tight as a vice
As humid sweat secretes from both
My temples and brow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Penney Cooper 22 November 2009

this is really good too tony, yet from what i have read from you i believe you can make it better and tell more of the story. as a reader i want more! !

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