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The Brutal Stones

Poetry By: Arianna22

This is a submission by Sara Watson. It concerns the struggles she has been through, it a metaphorical version.

Submitted:May 23, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

It grabs me by the throat.

Suffocation is near.

And the cool sharp blade seems enticing…

An intermission, one short sweet slice,

A break from its choke, like a boat

Drifting through the swift undulating water

Away from its homely pier…

Be gone you fleeting thoughts!

No more can I- gasp- no! I must not!

I must… must… fight…

However, growing weaker under these stones, I note

My breath, just wisps, clipped, and fear

Dances around my heart, waiting for its invite;

Its anxious dripping venom and vice

Provoke my circumventive thoughts of flight.

Will I muster the strength to exhume

The menacing brutal rocks that loom

Upon my heart, upon my breast, upon my soul?

Or just let them Collapse?,

Is the Question





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