Due on Maple Street

Here, read a poem, eat a gnome, get full up and then go home. This isn't the poem, read this poem.
Feedback always welcome. Thank you.




Wringing my hands
wringing
wringing my hands
waiting for you
The walls close in,
clutch and grasp at me
A horrible dread settles in
Strangle and choke
I gasp
I splutter and cough
Tension mounts
between my shoulder blades
The room spins
I grab my head
I yell
I yell
I yell so loud
Where are you?
Where did you go?
I fall to my knees,
something has happened
A pain shoots
A pain shoots through my body
My fingers come away wet
Oh God,
Oh God,
That final thought blinks
like the light of an answering machine
then
at last
everything
goes...

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I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand, left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

Critique is always welcome. I will try to return the favor.

graceful truth

wow very nice...a bit scary...loved the ending....I see why you like quirkiness! Graceful Truth

Due on Maple Street

Thank you. I was just trying to write a poem with a sense of urgency, like it had to be read quickly, this is what came out.

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I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand, left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

Critique is always welcome. I will try to return the favor.