Saturday, November 3, 2012

Terror (PAD 3 - a poem that scares me)

Edge of cliff stops us
where I expected trail
Fire behind us burns
my back.  Child in my
arms clings, struggles
to breathe, goes limp.
I scream for help
and make no sound.
It doesn't even matter.
No one is there anyway.
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3 comments:

  1. MaryNovember 4, 2012 at 11:31 AM

    Ah yes, the fear that no one is there is the deepest fear of all.

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  2. PeggyNovember 7, 2012 at 1:02 PM

    This is certainly a scary situation--you captured all the right elements of scariness. You are doing well with PAD!

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  3. Judy RoneyJanuary 11, 2013 at 4:47 PM

    Terrifying. Nightmare. Scares me, too.

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