Thursday, April 05, 2012

Sonnet #8: To no recur

Shrill screams emerge from a fragile body
What burden of headaches and strident cries
Unable to stop, no inch to safety
Heart beats faster, with not a chance to die

Nerves shooting from one end to the other
Inside of me where veins throb and eyes burn
My body shakes, wishing it was over
I am helpless for breath, with sleep to yearn

Choking for air, verdict, and words to goad
Drowning out voices of people around
Let the violence and terror unfold
Those cuts and blood shed, too far to be sound

With just one to ingest, making me stop
I cling on to bed sheets, still as a rock