Teeth sinking in
Slicing through skin, penetrating
Venom pumped
I can see the snakes eyes, narrow and thin
This bite runs hot, feeling it slowly
Burning
Burning
... burning
Losing feeling in my toes, my legs
No arms, no hands
slowly reaching my heart
However, it goes around it
Instead it seeps in my throat and brain
Not touching my heart..
Confused, I look and weakly say
"Snake, why not finish me?"
Letting go, it responds
"This venom of mine, can't reach your heart.
A child inside weeps and cries for you.
You ask, why not finish you?
When you can't hear, nor see nor feel your heart."
Tears running down, burning my skin
Filled with the venom
Weeping in sorrow
About the Creator
Malia Dagdag
Hi! My name is Malia. I love writing poetry about growth, spiritual growth and calming scenes of nature Herself. I hope you enjoy! :)
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