03 May 2015


Words echoed in my head
insults left behind slashes
welts left on the heart
a different blood bled
the pain became physical

Drenched in insecurity
trepidation at every corner
anxiety attack, couldn't breath
trapped by fear
crippling, overbearing

Living in a nightmare
crumbling blood disease
bones brittle, snap
green-which fracturing
torment on the face

Chest muscle became silent
webs filled the dead space
capturing dung beetles
spiders dangle from sockets
as tears fill the eyes

Death's, a welcoming being

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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