Burning, pulsing
Consuming
Pounding, aching
Heartbeat
Building, beating
Flaming
Eyes glowing
Pulse racing
Deep ragged breaths
A rising tide
A wave waiting to crash down
On something or someone
Nothing works to hold back the rush
That's slowly building in your chest
And finally
When there's nothing left
Cold, wet
Dripping
Shivering, aching
Wetness
Eyes shining
Pulse thumping
Nose tingling
Breath choppy
Wet paths streaming
Fast and thick
And then numbness
Nothing
And you go on with life
Nobody knowing
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Snapshots: One Poem is Worth a Thousand Photos
PoetrySome short poems that are written mostly in my head in bed and then written down here. In most of the poems, I try to capture (photograph) emotions in words... Enjoy!
