Fear of the inevitable


Turning The Page

Cold fingers now grip my stomach
Squeezing and relaxing in a sick rhythm
My lips open and close silently, trying vainly to recite a calming mantra
All to no avail...the song for harmony falls on ears sealed
By panic, all-engulfing, dark and impassive
I feel as a pebble at the bottom of a midnight ocean
My smooth sides becoming cracked and scarred
By the pressure from which there is no foreseeable escape
My fingers seem to be clutching a naked wire
For they jump and vibrate as if electrified
So now I stand at the edge
Looking down at what I hope is not my destiny
The fallen angel living on my ear now starts his siren song
Chanting that there is no escape from fate
Yet my feet remain planted, though they tremble more by the minute
I know this is not the end of my journey, or so I hope
Heroes don't die in these stories...or do they?
I cringe as the page turns...





Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-10-30 at 16:36

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Sabrina
Wonderful!
You are very descriptive and you create a mood for the reader. Very well done!

Hugs,
Sabrina
2006-10-31