Damn it’s hot
Sweat is falling from the pours
Making the anticipation wonder
Pressure is like clamping down
See how long it can be held
With hands on fire
Now look at pressure
Filed under Loneliness, Pain, Poetry
striking opening line, well done.
Pressure…..Another muse that I’m not particularly fond of but who almost always inspires me. Love the way you put it down. Two thumbs up!
Pingback: Thursday Poets Rally Week 44 (May 19-25, 2011) | Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
I love writing next to drawing, and painting. I'm easily amused by anything. I have been told that I'm one of the people in the world that see no wrong in humanity just a lot of misguidance.
If you like what you read, enter your email address and click Yes Please to receive emails of my newly posted poetry, I neva disappoint.
Join 475 other followers