Horror

Like a Lion,

In my head it roars,

Deep,

Deafening,

Defiant,

Ignoring my every plea,

It sirens,

A battle cry,

It is not my friend,

But to name it a foe is not something I have ever known,

It is the loudest noise of all,

Yet not a thing can be heard,

It is what I fear,

And yet with it there is no sight,

No visual to cause such fright,

It is only one thing,

Only one word,

It is my horror

My pain,

Torture,

And breaking point

It is silence,

And it is so much more than deadly.

 

Hayley Geri 2013 ©

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Author: dreamingofluminousthings

Hey I'm Hayley. 25. Australian. Female. Poet/Writer. Writing is my greatest outlet. It is my passion and my escape from an often twisted reality.

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