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Oct 2011
All alone sitting here
Heart froze up with anxious fear
I stare at you across the room
And plot my own impending doom
Or so it feels, emotions raw
With a wild, hungry maw
Threaten me to consume
My chest crashing: boom, boom, boom
Though with death right in my face
I would never trade my place
For I am walking t’ward you now
But don’t ask me exactly how
My legs are rubber, feet are numb
I stutter “hi,” feeling dumb
You turn to me and grow a smile
All else good compared is vile
Yes, death took me; light-filled view
‘Cuz I’m in heaven, here with you
When I first wrote "Approach", I could not decide whether I wanted it to be "Approach" or "First Meeting". Over the years, I've switched back and forth between the names. I believe I have finally decided upon "Approach" as the most appropriate name for it.
I never actually experienced this feeling. I wrote purely from observation and imagination.
I wrote this poem June 3, 2010.
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