Gabrielle Wolcott Poet Free verse

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 .

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 16, 2011 at 10:50 AM Congratulations on your win in Paula's contest Gabrielle. Love,Carol Gabrielle Wolcott May 16, 2011 at 3:57 PM Tack!(:

Kash Poet May 15, 2011 at 7:48 AM Congrats Gabrielle on your win in the contest. Gabrielle Wolcott May 15, 2011 at 8:28 AM Thank you!(:

Linda-Marie Sweetheart May 15, 2011 at 7:18 AM Congrats Gabrielle on your HM in Paula's contest with this wonderful write ..enjoy your special honor with luv... Gabrielle Wolcott May 15, 2011 at 8:27 AM Thanks! This is very exciting. :)

Emma Buckeridge May 14, 2011 at 11:52 PM Congrats to you lovely Souper x Gabrielle Wolcott May 15, 2011 at 8:27 AM Why thank you very much. :)

Nette Onclaud May 14, 2011 at 10:52 PM yes, the pressure... well executed with my best cheers to you, cyndi... :) huggs

Nette Onclaud May 14, 2011 at 10:52 PM sorry.. gabrielle it is..:) Gabrielle Wolcott May 14, 2011 at 10:57 PM Thank you very much! This was the first contest I entered here!(:

Samual Ronthorpe May 14, 2011 at 9:33 PM Very nice. Congrats Gabrielle Wolcott May 14, 2011 at 10:32 PM Thank you. (:

John Aaron Green May 13, 2011 at 4:29 PM wonderful poem and nice reading, thanks for sharing. Gabrielle Wolcott May 13, 2011 at 4:31 PM Thanks for commenting. (:

Poet Destroyer A May 13, 2011 at 4:23 PM Gabby, you are rather lost in the state of exhibiting fierceness... not in a bad way... but ones tenisions is better than being a "limp noodle", great poem to model all the tightness of ones tension mind... enjoyed,..p.d. Gabrielle Wolcott May 13, 2011 at 4:31 PM I'm very lost. I know it, but this feelings allows my poetry to flow. <3 Thanks for the comment. (: