My hands grip tighter around your throat
As your power and life flicker out
Your eyes bulge as they stare into mine
Face redder, Veins greener , life fading
I seek relief, peace, freedom
Yet i too sense my own
reddening face ,green vains, bulging eyes
Amidst panic , fear, anguish
A thought hits me -This is not what i wanted.
Slowly i loosen my strong grip
Our faces change colour, our vains shrink
You gasp for air clutching your throat
I mumble I'm sorry as i stagger away
alone, remembering, ashamed.
Peter Burton
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Thursday 3 June 2010
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