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 body. One down. Life gathers you in a close embrace, then rips your… Continue reading Throes of Agony: Free Verse Poem