A simple step is all it took
One wrong word
The last page in the book
Overflowing now with paper and ink
Cursing the ability to think
The consequence of life can be found
In the tears within which he drowns
A waste of time and space
Futile happiness is replaced
By stronger sensations
Buried for too long
Undead and hungry for blood
Spectres seep through the gaps
In the words he writes
And the words he can't take back
Zombified speech
Stumbles from his lips
A rotting brain too slow for his mouth
Body and mind freeze alike
Paralysed by watching eyes
Expectant faces and disapproving gazes
Pressure builds in the air
A weight he cannot bear
But cannot shift
For fear of what comes next
Slow seconds tick by
Sweaty hands as his mouth goes dry
Fingers twitch as nerves fire
Silently, he flees the scene
The words he expects ring in his head
Yet the worst are left unsaid
Searching for a place to hide
To wait until the fear subsides
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The Dark And Day
PoetryDuality exists in every aspect of our lives. Light and dark, good and bad, pain and pleasure. Our souls are bared through our words, our own duality revealed. || Poetry Anthology || || Awards || 2nd Place in Poetry - Pawsome Awards 2022 © Ethan Embe...
