Lost in my thoughts
Prisoner of my doubts
I lost before it started
Looking at my shaking hands
Staring at my trembling eyes
The man with pride has deserted
I am a coward
All words but no actions
Scare of moving forward
Terrified by the outcome
Have you ever seen the light at midnight
Darkness illuminated by moonlight
That cold breeze synonym of last night
An instant before goodnight
I fidgeted with fear
Barely can stand on my legs
These scenarios In my head
Illustration of nightmares
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
