Hounds Of My Hell


They nip tauntingly

at my heels

snarling in laughter

as their acrid breath

swirls across my back

scorching my skin.

Firey, piercing eyes

peer through my vulnerable soul

leaving open, burning


in their wake.

The hounds of my hell

pursue me

in constant chase,

their incessant blood-thirsty

howling blazes intensly

through my ears.

My cries of horror,

of foreboding,

of dread

echo through my very being

rattling my bones

to almost unhitching.

My scent of fear

excites them all the more.

They track me with

murderous persistance

in my vain effort to

elude them.

There is no escaping

the powerful, gripping fangs

that maul me...

there is no outrunning

the hounds of my hell!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is one of the many poems I have written about what it is like living with battling debilitating, painful, chronic diseases...that for me, are: Lupus, Fibromyalgia, CFS/ME, OA and on and on and...

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Beatnik1979's picture

the first

six lines of this are epic. The Cacophony of the words chosen lend itself well to the image you have created. Excellent choice of word. Fanastic

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You humble me with your

You humble me with your praise, fellow poet...and I thank you.