Short emotion verses

Feel so alone, an orphan set adrift on a sea teeming with hate

No sail or rudder to guide me

No company to share my woes

I am a solitary figure floating aimlessly, sharks bait........

But now I feel like hot pokers stabbing me,  as I walk across hot coals

Blisters open , soars bleeding

No help offered to guide me

I am a lonely figure walking through the embers crying...........

Bruised and battered against a surging fearful tide of anger

Stabbed in the back by your tongue

Sent slamming down hard to the ground

A small futile figure fighting the elements of time..........

 

© Lis Bull 2013