Your face it fills me with such feeling,
A dread that drills and drums,
A shaking sweat, spills out, I’m kneeling
Until my saviour comes.
Your touch it terrifies me to tears,
A horror that’s hell not healing,
A fumbled fall that releases fears
A nightmare still unreeling.
I’ll sit and suffer, supressed by silence,
Until the day I can escape this violence.
Made A Hames 
Wow. This is intense.
Thank you.. I think 🙂
It’s a compliment. It’s always good to have strong emotions in your work. That’s what I try to do in my short stories. (-:
Thank you very much, its been quite daunting deciding to ‘publish’ my writing! 🙂
Oh yeah, I know the feeling well. I’ve only been at this blogging thing for a little over two month myself. I’m always worried when I new short story or character interview of mine posts.