And it just made me sigh.
They way he touched me.
Replays in my head.
As I watch his deadly eyes look to find more prey.
My body.
Shriveled by the thought of his hand
My brain.
Silenced by his sight.
My movement.
Stilled my his presence.
For this is repeats every day
Each hour I grow weaker
As he gulps power
And soon I will be gone
And he will have to much strength
And he will wither at the thought of the casualties he caused
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Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
