It comes to me at times
Wrapping its sleek fingers
around my neck
Kissing me to death
It's presence excites my heart,
like my love wrapping me in his arms
But instead of dying with love...
I'm murdered with fear.
The visits aren't frequent at all
Like a distant relative
With trunks of daggered
Emotions and narratives
It's stalks me like a hunter.
watching me vigilantly
Till I'm vulnerable to the most
To take its giant leap.
My fear is a thing of foolishness
To my kith and kin.
But only the deer predated
Shall know hunt's fear.
YOU ARE READING
string of words
PoetryPoems come to me like Words falling from the sky creating an ache in my chest Forcing my hand to write it.
