A Poem: The Unforgiven


Goose bumps on a human

I shiver.
Goosebumps invade my body
– exposing .
Heightened by sense.
The tiny, seemingly insignificant hairs stands on end
– a soldier at attention.
Where is the warmth, a consequence of shivering?
The pulsating of every inch of your body
– throbbing.
Actions that must have an equal and opposite reaction.
Indeed, it is useless against Β such indecencies.
For it is sin to betray your heart in such torment.
The war between head and heart is never a pretty one
– Full of supposed bloodshed.
My aching, sliced heart
– once warm and welcoming, now colder and unforgiving than titanium.
That noise that rumbles indicating with a slight cock of its head a thunder cloud about to burst
– the gutteral moan that escapes my lips, silenced by deaf ears.
You.

For there is a cold, strange hand tugging at my soul.

Timor Broide
16/11/2010

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Another name for goosebumps is chicken skin πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

    Reply

  2. Posted by #TheBoyfried on November 16, 2010 at 21:37

    Wow baby its really amazing

    Reply

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