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Strangled

Strangled
By Kevin Robey
March 6, 2013

The invisible man gripping at my throat
Gargled sounds are audible but remote
Gripping my wrists, and holding me down
Think I’ll drown, darkness closing all around

I feel the pain, the knife in my heart
But never felt that I played my part
This isn’t the image you had of me
The steady hands you’ll never see

I bleed out, but relief never comes
The man consumes me, never done
There is no light to end all the dark
No final journey, my soul to embark

There is no fighting this, can’t you see?
I have no weapons in my artillery
Everything else has come and gone
Melodies changing to the same old song

Despair rings in my ears, the cloak is never lifted
Relief never comes, and they all said I was gifted
Man from the nightmares that can’t been seen
I wish that this was all just a happy dream

But I lie here alone, strangled in the dark
With people passing by, no one remarks
I scream in silence, a useless muffled plea
To save me from this overwhelming reality

But still they pass on by, not looking around
I look in vain for steady hands, never found
The terror remains, it’s all the same
Just forget my cries, forget my name

This is too much, let the scene fade to black
Post my obituary on the board with a tack
Allow the sweet relief to soak in
In a world where I’m free again

The invisible man with his hands around my neck
He will kill me you see, leave my body in a wreck
Until then I suffer from this slow but inevitable death
Where his fingers caress, releasing at my dying breath

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  1. Date: 7/18/2013 7:15:00 PM
    I don't know what to say... but stay away from them bony fingers called death... SKAT

    Robey Avatar Kevin Robey
    Date: 7/18/2013 7:41:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    It's about me in the grips of a panic attack. I have generalized anxiety. so the whole thing is a metaphor for the angst...not being able to breathe.