Poetry of the Anonymous

I - Trapped Within

standing lonely. trapped. within. large crowds –

.amerced. by the pressure, the weight,

the gnawing feelings of inadequacy –

a memory. caught. lingering, within.

icicles dangling from the ceiling –

reaching down, to steal my soul.

grasping with tentacles, timid and shy.

never loosening: the sighs of pain –

the groans of realisation –

the screams for escape –

the enigmatic soliloquys – rushing through your mind.

like: water brimming. and. waves foretold.

a glance upon you.shatters.you to the ground.

With: beads of, 'fear fuelled', sweat dripping –

contortions of laughter rising – through the air.

death lives so purely within life.

as a moment fleets. and. another comes –

as the temperatures rise. and. the walls close in –

as the eyes pierce you like daggers slowly churning –

you crumple to the floor: in wonder:

if this torture ever shall end,

if this day could not have come,

if the fall had been avoided,

would you lie at ease within my suffering?