RNC
By Gray Vision
Approached from behind,
Swift, tight grasp around
the neck,
The struggling begins,
And that’s
only the first step.
Gasping and gagging,
Trying
to catch a breath,
You feel the grasp tighten,
And
that’s the second step.
The flailing fastens,
Your
gasps shortens,
Your vision blurs
And that’s
the third step.
Everything slows down,
And the
flailing ceases,
Waking up,
Wondering what
happened,
Now that’s the forth step.
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Copyright 2010 Gray Vision
Published on Sunday, April 25, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"