A shuddering feeling… <br />Creeps into my bare soul, <br />It seems unimaginable, <br />Forming jitters in me, <br />Valor, I couldn’t be… <br />It is overwhelming my soul, <br />To foretaste horror, not my wish, <br />To oppose, impotent I am, <br />I qualm my own ability, <br />Trembling, I am but to what extend? <br />Vulnerability, my foe…. <br />Horreur, growing intensely in me, <br />It is an unforgiving feeling, <br />Leaving no one behind, <br />It builds in everyone, <br />Dare not, to experience it, <br />It creates rumble in me, in everyone, <br />To encounter it, <br />Is it a must or fate? <br />I flutter in fear, quivering I am, <br />To surrender, I would not want to… <br />I, the master of my life, <br />Not some temperamental numbness…… <br /> <br /> <br />Horreur means horror in French<br /><br />Poornima Kanasen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horror-2/
