The world might come to an end
but I will never bend
to attend the cell
ringing like damnation to hell.
This incessant ringing fills me with rage
like a tiger enslaved, enraged in cage.
'tis everything frightening
the evening's storm, thunder and lightening
pleasing silence no longer remains
grief, anger, frustration domains.
nerves rattle like a boiling kettle
knees weaken, heart's pounding fails to settle
deep breaths no longer help
words trapped and lumped.
fear, panic, dread
deprive me of the valor
to pick the call and end the terror.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
The world might come to an end
but I will never bend
to attend the cell
ringing like damnation to hell.
This incessant ringing fills me with rage
like a tiger enslaved, enraged in cage.
'tis everything frightening
the evening's storm, thunder and lightening
pleasing silence no longer remains
grief, anger, frustration domains.
nerves rattle like a boiling kettle
knees weaken, heart's pounding fails to settle
deep breaths no longer help
words trapped and lumped.
fear, panic, dread
deprive me of the valor
to pick the call and end the terror.
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