There is a bullet in my heart
And the fear course through my veins.
Soaked in my bed are my wet tears
Bleeds blue profoundly with pain.
I gasp for another breath but there is no air to breathe,
Pinned to the turmoil within,
Yet there is no room to grieve.
When does the inner demon end its rage?
On a dark night with full moon on sky,
Owls screech and black wolverines howl.
A vicious dark knight appears from nowhere
Rides in black horse with shining armor
Those cold eyes are furious hidden under cloak full of darkness.
Plunges cold steel on to my heart and rips me apart.
From flesh to ashes, I quiver…
Awoken, rolled, slid, jiggled
Caught hold of white sheet…
Yet the turmoil I could feel.
Bead of sweats entwined on my face
I try letting out my fear…
A fear unknown…
The Pendulum strikes midnight.
My hisses turn into screams
And my mind trembles with fear
Is it real?
Wide awake with myself on reflection,
Those red eyes were watching me…
This piece would have renamed as ‘Fear’ or ‘Nightmare’ unlikely it’s the turmoil felt in each person regardless with any person, place or situations. We all have that fear that bring us live with the insecurities to face our self. A fear that steal our quiet lives? The turmoil we have to face through all these agitations and figure what we fear the most.