By: Krys Jarvis
State: Texas
Country: USA
The Consternation Room
Anticipation eats at him
His stomach twists
Turning
Causing rupture in his bowls
Fear he feels
He shudders as he sits in the room
Alone in the dark
Shadows watch from the windows
Wind whistles through the cracks
The house swaying slowly
As if pieced together by paper
Footsteps echo in the hallway
Terror bellows beneath the floor
Screaming from the basement
Shattering from the attic
His time is coming
They are on their way
He looks to escape
Sees no out
He's bound
Bound by fear
Trying to move
But he can't
Wanting to run
Knowing he will fall
Screaming out
When all that leaves is silence
He is paralyzed
Held down
Down by his transgressions
Awaiting disaster
Suffering
Condemned to live
A torturous life
Like that he bestowed so long ago
Copyright © Krys Jarvis 2000
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Comments: In line 4, it obviously must be "bowels", not "bowls".
The ending is not at all clear, so I have no idea to whom you might be referring, nor, I suppose, does anyone else.
There are some good lines in this, but it needs a lot of work. Still, it's a good start.
Name: RhymeMaster
EMail: rhymer01@thewritersnook.com
Comments: yes, yes many good lines- captivating up to a point-
mix it and work it a bit more- a fine piece going-
Name: val magnuson
EMail: vallmagnuson@poetsporch.com
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