The terror
In my loss for words
Is forever untouched
Unmatched in fury

Its murderous limbs
Take root in my own
Simmering my thoughts
To a charred and useless broth

The terror
It moves through my frame
Never short of its scorn
The unconquerable fright

I desperately dream
To convey my piece
My full range of joy
My cavernous despair

Yet it loops on with vigor
Through the span of my days
And I’m destined to thrive
In the lows
In the shadows of kin