Wednesday, 13 April 2016
Monday, 11 April 2016
Hiding in fear
I can not move.
All I can hear are the birds but, I'm not convinced they're far away now. Now I can start to feel my adrenaline pumping... I feel the blood prowling round my body. I feel the cold breathing heavily through my coat. I can feel the frost trying to cut my circulation off in my hands. The frost is trying to sneak between my boots. I can hear a bit of whitenoise.
I can hear them muttering… I can hear them approaching me... I stay dumb and remain in Suffocated silence. Then I see in the very edge of my eye, them slowly disappear in the glare of whiteness…
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
MY POEM
MY POEM
I can not move.
I'm not convinced they're far away now. Now I can feel my adrenaline pumping... I feel the blood racing round my body. I feel the cold breathing heavily through my coat. I can feel the frost trying to cut my circulation off in my hands.
I can hear them muttering… I can hear them approaching me... I stay dumb and remain in Suffocated silence. Then I see in the very edge of my eye, them slowly disappear in the glare of whiteness…
No finished, what do you think so far
Monday, 4 April 2016
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