His familiar face returns
His glare so evil and cold
Raising his hand in anger towards me
His body so big and bold.
His presence is intimidating
Looking down at me as I shake
Taking off my clothes
My blood boiling with hate.
He places his hands on my body
And chucks me to the floor
I try to scream for help
And crawl towards the door.
He turns me onto my front
Placing his hands across my neck
Looking up at his sinister smile
One last time
As I gasp my final breath.
- Tom Adamson
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A Language of Tears
PoetryA Language of Tears is an epic collection of dark poems following the life of a young girl named Evelyn who has been kidnapped from her family, and decides to write poems of things that are happening to her. Currently entered into Wattpadprize14.
