Post by Ari’laftia on Mar 31, 2007 17:51:43 GMT -5
These I wrote when I was actually very young.
Fear
Footsteps echo, a dark corridor.
dead end, the child hides in shadows.
Footsteps quicken and build.
The child, cold with sweat.
footsteps stop, a dark figure lingers,
searching.
Anger
Eyes flash here and there
as the heart races.
Like a tiger's rage
to be freed from the cage.
bodies in motion,
hurled and broken on impact.
hollow uneven drumbeats,
from the punches of the attacker.
Fear
Footsteps echo, a dark corridor.
dead end, the child hides in shadows.
Footsteps quicken and build.
The child, cold with sweat.
footsteps stop, a dark figure lingers,
searching.
Anger
Eyes flash here and there
as the heart races.
Like a tiger's rage
to be freed from the cage.
bodies in motion,
hurled and broken on impact.
hollow uneven drumbeats,
from the punches of the attacker.
