Fears
The day fears gathered in hordes, the day their attack became vicious, she lay in the darkness of her attic, clouded by the unknown mist, too naive to understand the proximity of clawed hands, fastening on her pristine beauty. The keys bounced around her, drifting away with each effort.
Petrified, she lay
melting in abyss of grief
doors slam around her
any effort to unlatch –
a struggle she despises.
© Balroop Singh
Colleen’s poetry writing invitation for this week:
Write a syllabic poem of your choice using synonyms for the words: “Close & Open.” Please DO NOT use the words, synonyms only.
My synonyms are: Slam & Unlatch. Thank you for the inspiration Colleen.
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