Paint me a picture. Make it of life.

The roar of the force sending me tumbling through the  storm,

 a rage consuming my body ,

swaying as if a puppet dancing to the sound of it’s masters laughter.

 I feel a sudden panic in my mind one that strains to be let out,

 deception sets in and I slowly fade out … 

until… all seems to slow down.

 Life, reality, forever, gone I’m gone.

- E.O.D: Evolve or Decay

Author's Note

Well this is my first post i'm not exactly sure how all this works, but i love to write. I'm not grammatically correct by any means... but i love life, expression, art, photography, and love. So that's why i'm here, would love to get some feedback on what you think... and what this may mean to you! Thank You!

Reviews

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. this piece of poetry means a lot to me ... because i've been through excruciating internal demolition and i've experienced rage ... the image of the puppet is intense ... and i know that sudden panic too ... excellent work ... very vivid and expressive ...

[Lagachu]

true and harsh poem. i liked it cuase it said that life is not roses but thorns...keep it up