terror

chills sweep down my spine

pain and suffering my fine

goose bumps spread over my skin

like the flame of sin spreads to peoples kin

persperation grows heavy

i lick my lips

only to get bitter, salty taste

spread from my hair to my face

the light grows dimmer and dimmer

the walls close in,

im confined

from outside to within

the cobwebs within my mind

remain hard to find

im confined in thought,

in terror

forgetting was my only error

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

great description, vivid imagery and this poem really does capture the emotions of a terrified person. really good