Skeletal Hands

No Idea...

Skeletal hands reach out in the night

Oh how I fight, I fight for my life,

Just to stay sane.

The eyes in the mirror they glitter with terror

Ready to unleash the evil inside.

Skeletal hands on an innocent neck tighten

Oh how they frighten, frighten the soul

Into letting it go and dyin'.

Reviews

[Kevin Horsley]

Seems to me you are describing the death of who you are into something you don't want to be.
The alter ego of the cocoon into the butterfly, there is no beauty in what you will be. Or maybe it is the unknown that terrifies you so.

Nice piece.

[shivam]

I admire your poetry, and the style that goes with it. In a very few lines, you have articulated your thoughts very well. Keep it up!

[Ethan Paz]

Pretty good poem. The ending says it all here. Your use of commas set up the last line, however, it kinda messed with the flow but I don't know that might just be me. Anyways again, good job.

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is scary. I'm lucky I work too hard and fall into a dead sleep. Nightmare can seem real. I like the feel and emotion of your words. A perfect ending to the poem. A excellent short poem.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

The words here fill the mind with a dreamish darkness. Powerfully expressed, bringing with it a sense of being out of control...

[Allmax]

Wow there is power in those lines. Sometimes we do not have to have motivation to put poetry on paper, sometimes it just flows. Your vivid expression in such a short poem is Awesome....Thank you for sharing...

[Antonio Valentino]

eeesh! Brette, I can hardly imagine the dreams you must have. Don't let those images control you. It's just your mind's way of dealing with your stress. Next time snap one of his arms off and smack him with it, and he'll just run, remember, skeletons are cowards, they don't have any guts. :P

Thanks for sharing this slice of your life with us!
Spooky, but good!
Antonio

[1728]

it was a nice poem i enjoyed reading it

[JRB]

The hands of death reaching into life
Trying hard to kill its inner sight
Trying hard to bring its fright
Trying harder in the night
That seems to be deaths only plight

This was just my see of your poem, nice write

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The symbolic use of skeleton hands on the neck is interesting... to me it suggests how we can let the small problems in life ruin our day.