Faith

Faith short poem

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Dark surrounding me, encompassing me, suffocating me
blackness filling my lungs with sorrow, pain, while hope
deserts me leaving me weak, fragile, forlorn.

Dank, musty air reminiscent of decaying ancient tombs
echo the horror I feel as my breath becomes shorter,
laboured, my chest heavier, crushing my lungs.

My heart pounding, my blood rushing through my veins
I can feel every delicate pulse, can hear my blood
as it crashes around my body in desperation.

Anxiety encourages adrenaline filled limbs, ready for flight,
that twitch and quiver with life, fighting the cold
despair that threatens to take over my soul.

Silence surrounds me, encompasses me, dispels the
blackness filling my lungs, replaces sorrow with desire, pain
with comfort, leaving me guarded, strong, elated.

My pupils constrict as the blinding light pierces through
the dank, decaying blackness, life floods into my
soul returning my love, my being, my faith.

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Tara Davison

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Photographer & Poet - for fun. Mother to three - for real. Owned by a 10 year old 'puppy' boxer - yes owned ! Self employed book-keeper and also studying for my diploma in Garden Design. Love walking, cooking, reading, listening to music (classical mainly), watching Morse, Lewis and Poirot. Participant in life - it's not a spectator sport !
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Preeti
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Pain and agony writ large here, nevertheless the poem is stunningly amazing!

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