The Hand Around My Throat:
There is a hand around my throat
but it is not one that you can see
it is getting tighter and tighter
making it harder for me to breathe
I can't focus in trying to stop from the grip that is tightening
I can't break hold from its grasp
as all I can do is gasp
I swear if you look at my throat
you will see imprints of the fingers that are constantly around my neck
Although you cannot see them with the hand around my throat
I can tell you that they are there
Waiting for the next time when they tighten their hold on me
Attempting me to fall into their hands
into the darkness
where I can't escape
where I am nothing
Nor will I ever be
these hands around my throat see to that every time
And all I can do is to try and breathe
to think of something that can bring me back
That something is you
you make me fight back from these hands around my throat
slowly trying to make me choke
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Musings
PoetryThis Started as one poem has has quickly has become one after another. They are not groundbreaking poetry, They are Musings... of little things that pop into my head. Some full of hope other full of pain others just random. Either way I am not the g...
