My Yearning Throat

Some things burn like acid,

searing the mind on both sides,

etching the air that fills my body.

Stark, intense, marks,

Molten fingertips,

a tiger’s scratch that draws the breath and drags me back again.

These things are born of

storms electricity,

thorough strokes

that cut and slice

right into

my yearning throat.

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

35 thoughts on “My Yearning Throat

    1. That is exactly what I felt while reading it. It is very vivid and creates instant admiration for the pain. It isn’t destructive so much as it feels welcoming.


  1. For some reason, I’m drawn to the opening line. I just love the way it sounds, like the beginning of a rhyme or riddle. Thanks for sharing!


      1. allergies to life…success…to dramatic love……maybe allergies to allergies…
        well i think allergies probably start somewhere undetected in the emotional body…so maybe!


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