All eyes were trained on me. Panic shrouded my brain. Adrenaline surged throughout my body. My fingers shaked and nearly slipped from the key.
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Tag: Prose
Escape Route
Entrance me, me
Lull me deeper in your eyes
Wait no! Too late I’m trapped with no opportunities to flee
No escape, no exit.
Now, I must endure this feat,
For I know how this ends.
A sudden moment of ecstasy,
Then transforming into misery.
As I’m imprisoned in this whirlpool of pain,
I silently seek for escape,
But your wicked heart won’t let me.
Penned/Photgraphed by: Leo Knalb
That Hateful Voice Has Returned
I guess I could call this prose poetry
The horrifying voice has returned.
The voice that had played on repeat when I first blogged.
It tossed these tormenting words at me.
Its impact was too much to withstand.
I thought I banished it forever, never again to return.
But I am mistaken.
It hid in dark spaces of my mind.
And it is ready to pounce when I am presented with any of my weaknesses.
Then, that’s when a speeding train of realization flattened me.
This voice is mine.
I cannot banish it.
But I can only tame it to my advantage.
¤AsilandtheKeyboard¤
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