Just My Poems

#40 Dread

Brewing in the pits,
Of my stomach,
It gurgles.
The rancid gas rising up,
It's vile bitterness,
Caressing my tongue,
With a sick,
Ulterior motive,
It overwhelms,
My entire being,
Biting on,
The parts most vulnerable,
It's poison,
Right in me.
Lethal as it is,
It's power overthrows,
The yellow-green fluid,
Acid,
I try to eradicate it,
It's defiant.
Staying right there,
In my stomach,
Stubborn.