Thursday, 25 October 2007

The Haunting

A fist punches hard into my stomach
Causing the nausea to move upward.
Cold figures grip my neck
Trying to cough the lump away
As horrible images fill my mind
Fighting against memories which don't exist
Nails scratch my eyes
Tears rush paths down a twisted face
Doubting my strengths
No longer believing what is simple truth
I'm distorted with pain
Ticks played by chemicals which attack without warning
Heart-wrenching fear, doubt, hate
Pathetic loneliness and unwarranted struggle
Nothing stops it haunting me

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