Primordial, lurking ever within me
shadowing each thought, each moment
without provocation surfacing like a banshee
lunging,thrusting in black light
of day or night
painting crimson with fear
my conscious,my subconscious
domination is complete
abject fear overwhelms me
tightly now,twist the tourniquet of faith
escape of emotions raw, is ebbing
tremulous, I gather blanket like about me
all tranquil thoughts, past joys
recall sweet embraces
rhythm of apparent normalcy returns to rule
though my psyche remains pallid
ambivalence has left a sweaty pool
death's specter has retreated like a bold coward
unseen, hiding out of conscioussnesses grip
awaiting another moment of opportunity
to strike at light speed
oh evil demon, evil seed
at my demise you'll rein no more
'tis then my opportunity for revenge and expulsion
shall be loosed upon you.
Regis
The Gallant Vigor of Presence & Claiming Ownership within this poem is Outstanding!
The Power of Your Pen Dear Poet is Inscribed in The Depths of "Death's Specter"...the prisms of perceptions no longer in control
Much Love & Inspiration
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Great stuff.
Love,
Becca~
Thank you very much for the mention and what amazes me is what you've done with the entire poem after those initial eight lines we talked about, you took it to another level and yet consistent with the theme and developing it so so well. Truly great.
John
:)Christine
Ron
~W~