The Sting


There’s a certain sting in the air 

The type that pulls a bear from his lair

A sting that wakes the beast from the tomb

A pierce that gives meaning to the wound 

The sting rips my heart from its cage

It leaves me screaming in a rage

I find myself lifeless on the floor 

My eyes roll as you skip out the door

The sting in the air tickles my skin

As I slowly let hate and fear seap in 


I’ve missed a couple of days, but the effort is still here. Happy Tuesday. I hope you enjoyed. 



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Posted on April 7, 2015, in Random Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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