
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 120, “Cold & Storm,” #SynonymsOnly
Frozen
I
Hear sound
Sharp cutting
Rampaging
My fear lay frozen
I could not speak nor move
A cold hand held my soul still
I rage, I fuel my anger
How did I fall into this dark trap?
Inside I smoulder, waiting to cut free…

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