Posion

Poison

My hand turns gnarled and black like soot,

I try to scream but my mouth is clamped shut.

My eyes grow wide as it snakes up my arm,

I know one thing for certain- This stuff does harm.

It spreads up my neck and onto my head,

I struggle to breathe and my arm feels like lead.

Its coming for me, I can’t breathe any more…

Finally I gasp for breath like a swimmer at the shore.

My head becomes grey and my skin starts to peel,

A tear rolls down my cheek as my mouth begins to seal…

My hair loses its shine and starts to come out,

My friends around me notice and begin to shout.

They told me not to touch the frog,

Upon the dirty, mossy log.

It skin was bright, like shimmering gold,

I should have listened and done as I was told.

Now the poison was in my blood,

I could’ve escaped it, I know I could,

They take my hands and tell me to live,

But my life was now draining like sugar in a sieve.

My body goes into spasm and I fall to the floor,

The pain in my stomach hurts more and more,

I pull at the grass with my blackened hands,

I wish to see the hills, the rocks, the shimmering sands…

I was dying, I knew it, as my eyes began to close,

Next to my sad grey head grew a single, lone rose.

I reached out with a shaky hand and stroked its petals, so red,

Now, within seconds, I lay silent…

Dead

Avoid At All Costs