Throes of Agony: Free Verse Poem

Created by myself.
Created by myself, A Zingler.

Throes of Agony

A tear drop
gathers on the tip
of your nose.

Take a step back,
a balancing act
on the tightrope,
the crowd pulsing with
a negative energy,
jeering, cat-calling,
throwing trinkets,
half-eaten pickles
and popcorn
at your precariously balanced

One down.

Life gathers you
in a close embrace,
then rips your arms off,
the agony shooting down your veins
like boiling lava
bubbling up from the earth
to engulf the town,
burning alive all who dwell there.

Two down.

Scars litter your body,
ravages your mind,
take one step forward,
pulled backward roughly,
your balance lost;
you hit the ground,
hands outstretched,
the palms ripped
by the rough, hard


Turn around,
walk backward through time,
reverse actions.

Does it help?

The rush of energy
pushes you back
to the present,
the past unaltered.
Not forgotten,
burned into your synapses
like eternal embers
of a god-lit fire.

Three down.

A tear drop falls,
from the tip of your nose.
Splashes against concrete.
A hand reaches out,
it’s palm warm, comforting,
to grasp your shoulder.

You’re not alone
in this fight.

Written Feb. 2013 by A Zingler

By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

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