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I am descending into the cave
of my own fear
My feet are weighted
with the leg-irons of the past
The elevator plummets
in the shaft
Trapped,trapped in the bowels
of my dream,
locked in the cellar
Rats and spiders scuttle
through the coal bin
I cower in the corner
I am fear
(C) Anna
Monday Poetry Train
of my own fear
My feet are weighted
with the leg-irons of the past
The elevator plummets
in the shaft
Trapped,trapped in the bowels
of my dream,
locked in the cellar
Rats and spiders scuttle
through the coal bin
I cower in the corner
I am fear
(C) Anna
Monday Poetry Train
8 kommentarer :
That is phenomenal. That so perfectly describes fear. As someone who suffers from panic attacks I really related to this poem. Fantastic writing!
Very vivid. Definitely a dark and scary place to be.
I hate rats.
Well fear, you just gave me goosebumps, wonderful interpretation!
pretty scary, I hope those are doll feet :0
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This one leaves me speechless. Very emotional!
Wow....every time I come to ur blog i like it even more.....amazing stuff.....
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