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Hounds Of My Hell
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Pain/Ilness They nip tauntingly
at my heels
snarling in laughter
as their acrid breath
swirls across my back
scorching my skin.
Firey, piercing eyes
peer through my vulnerable soul
leaving open, burning
blisters
in their wake.
The hounds of my hell
pursue me
in constant chase,
their incessant blood-thirsty
howling blazes intensly
through my ears.
My cries of horror,
of foreboding,
of dread
echo through my very being
rattling my bones
to almost unhitching.
My scent of fear
excites them all the more.
They track me with
murderous persistance
in my vain effort to
elude them.
There is no escaping
the powerful, gripping fangs
that maul me...
there is no outrunning
the hounds of my hell!
the first
six lines of this are epic. The Cacophony of the words chosen lend itself well to the image you have created. Excellent choice of word. Fanastic
You humble me with your
You humble me with your praise, fellow poet...and I thank you.