Torture (personification poem)

by Bridget   Dec 19, 2006


Rain shot me with a rifle,
as he jumped down hard from the skies.
Cold sent shivers down my spine,
as she trickled throughout my body.
Fear wrapped her fingers around my throat,
and paralysed my legs.
Blustery wind pushed me aside,
and ran away laughing hysterically.
But then confidence woke up from a deep sleep,
and forced his way through me.
Torture that had been keeping me prisoner,
set me free.

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