Friday, February 12, 2010

The Grip

The Grip


Trickle
Seeping through my mind are thoughts I cannot grasp
like slime oozing along a tracked path covering every inch of the road
it travels
ensuring no exposed area remains bare
Entrapping,
engulfing I stifle ,
 trying to think of something, someone, somewhere
anything to deter those thoughts from entrancing my thought sensors
all efforts are futile as I become immobile
 paralysed in thoughts while visions overwhelm my brain
holding it
in suspense as I recall what once was: nightmares, fear and inefficiency
my body jerks in spasm as those images race through my mind's eye
moisture flows from every pore including my wells on my face
I struggle against my attacker, silent yet real
I fight
I cry.
like a blinding shaft of light striking through the heart of the devil I am released
but my release has left me with those images of what I so wish to forget:
That life.
© Javella 'Nika' Caines 15-02-2007

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