Dread Love Affair
I appear to have a fondness of dread,
Only cause it lives in my head.
It keeps banging against my skull,
All of my senses get dull.
My heart beating like a wind up toy,
I'm a slave to the background noise.
Tunnels cloud my eyes,
I cant even hear my own cries.
I can never pinpoint the fear,
But it’s floating in my atmosphere.
it surely cant be long now,
Till the curtain calls for me to take a bow.
It lurks round the corners of my mind,
Leaving me weak and blind.
Train barreling on through,
Even though the sky appears to be blue.
I could carry on and fake a smile,
But then I feel like my actions are on trial.
And my breath gives way,
I can't hear, what'd you say?
You wonder why I am fond of dread,
It protects me from thoughts in my head.
Otherwise I guess I’m insane,
Cause there's no logical reason in my brain.
I have a love affair with dread
And the wedding is coming up ahead
The first dance same as the last
Screaming “I don't” until it’s passed
Copyright © Wendy Schimmel | Year Posted 2018
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