How she prowls my heart


I feel hunted anew, don't know if there is much I can do. My solitary moment of much needed rest
in jeopardy, vandalized by this wandering shadow that stimulates my days and nights with this
hammering burden of unrest. My fragile like endurance teetering with this awful throbbing set to
go off, while my already teetering sanity on the brink, wallowing against her soothing voice, and I
left struggling with this hypnotizing apple blossom like fragrance fanning my already injured heart,
less fighting against the rebirth of a new kind of yearning as like never ever before, that one upon exit
door now shut even more, me left sighing by the invasion of daydreams leaving me further intoxicated.

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