Fear

By Beeme

Sun, 08 May 2011
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8 comments
 

My body
Bruised-blue
under your weight.
Strangled by fear-
chastised by darkness,
holding me back.
A shadow,
crawling...
along my silhouette.
Like a ghost-
awake for life.

My skin,
attempts to exorcise
your presence,
unfading scars-
marked like a clowns smile.
I descend into water;
my hands-
cupped as if to pray.
Or contain
my weary skull.

Certificate U
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by maisie on
nice very nice, fresh here "unfading scars- marked like a clowns smile."

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Beeme on
Thank you very much maisie, glad you enjoyed :) Beeme xx

k.

Submitted by seashore on
Another good one, Beeme. For me, I particularly like: `A shadow, crawling... along my silhouette. Like a ghost- awake for life'

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Beeme, this was very descriptive, very haunting and very cleverly put together. Well done Beeme. Jenny.

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Another haunting but beautiful poem, Beeme! You're a real stunner when it comes to imagery. Just noticed a typo: "clowns face" should be "clown's face" :) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Much enjoyed, Beeme...and I so agree with Magic, your imagery is excellent;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
Nice one for your little book, which I hope you have started?
ScoZen

Submitted by Beeme on
Thank you so much for your lovely comments seashore, Jenny, Tina, ScoZen and Nathan. Sorry for the delay in replying. As for my little book, ScoZen... unfortunately I haven't started it as of yet. Beeme xx

k.