Bob Quigley Poet Free verse

Fear

It rises slowly, catching in my throat
The bile, thick, putrid, unable to swallow
A stench, repulsive, permeates my senses
Cold, clammy fingers trickle down my back
Helpless, shaken, frozen in place
 
My eyes closed, or are they
I can't see. Don't want to see, afraid
Something evil has invaded my space
And I do not want to give it shape or form
I already know its name.   

In my imagination I sink, cower
Seeking refuge in the shadows
Mind racing, shutting out rational thought
Seeking instead avenues of mental escape
It is too late. I am devoured



Random thoughts on the clutches of fear
For Debbie Guzzi's “Fear” contest
Bob Quigley
Feb 7, 2012

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Harry Horsman February 15, 2012 at 9:06 AM excellent fear poem, Bob, like this. harry

Taylor Thompson February 13, 2012 at 9:10 AM Good luck in the contest, hope you don't have to face that fear!

Nette Onclaud February 11, 2012 at 5:09 PM a winner for me, bob.. so intricately woven!..:) huggs!

Robert Pettit February 8, 2012 at 9:40 PM Bob, you have a decently descriptive poem here. Just correct two small errors: In the fifth line of your second verse, remove the apostrophe from "it's". In the fifth line of your third verse, change "to" into "too". Those corrections will make your entry more viable in the competition. Bob Quigley February 8, 2012 at 10:11 PM You're right of course on both points. I stand corrected.

Jack Horne February 8, 2012 at 1:15 PM Wow, I love this piece, Bob. Many congrats on your wins : ) Bob Quigley February 8, 2012 at 10:11 PM Thanks Jack

Wilma Neels February 8, 2012 at 4:41 AM Perfectly captured the emotion Bob, all the best Debbie's contest :) Wilma Bob Quigley February 8, 2012 at 10:12 PM Thank you Wilma

Andrea Dietrich February 7, 2012 at 6:50 PM Bob, I entered an oldie of mine just now, and yours if very much like mine!! An unknown presence that very suddenly "devours" or startles!! I am sure Debs will enjoy it. Bob Quigley February 7, 2012 at 10:49 PM I'll be anxious to read it. Good Luck

Andrea Dietrich February 7, 2012 at 6:50 PM oops a type below. I mean "is" for "if."

Erich Goller February 7, 2012 at 11:12 AM Fear indeed, a very imaginary expressed poem, Good luck in the contest.God bless you.Erich Bob Quigley February 7, 2012 at 11:18 AM Thank you Erich