Tension
Tension
In the damp existence of my thoughts
Bleeds through my sights that sear my dreams
And is the decaying corps chained to my ankle
That gasps for constant attention in gusts of norm
Beats seizures into my motionless mortality.
Tension
Is my continuous companion
Sinister and wicked, he eats at me
Causing the smoke to rise above my face
And conflict every moment,
I carry with me his festering existence .
Copyright © Gabrielle Wolcott | Year Posted 2011
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