Walking, gliding, soaring ahead.
All is well with this, and yet
horror strikes the unsuspecting.
The dreaded phenomenon lifts its head.
Snaking its way down to the ankle,
almost underfoot, it sits
alone and casually caresses the heel.
An unavoidable tingle begins.
Poison! Impossible to prevent.
The foot is useless; squirming; dead.
Pedestrians watch the pitiful human
struggle to place a single solid step.
Its prey is weak, it knows it has won,
and binds the foot-bridge like a snake.
Now flat-footed, the pain begins,
and the walker contains a silent scream.
Limping towards the closest bench;
to end the torture is their only wish.
Impatiently praying it not to progress;
cursing themselves for their carelessness.
Collapsing, they let out a frustrated cry,
tearing off their untied shoe.
They scrabble with the enemy, and, with a roar,
yank the stray sock back up their foot.
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Poems of my Mind
ПоэзияThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
