Fear of love, fear of hate,
Fear of losing my own faith,
Fear of the future, and what it holds,
Fear of growing old.
Afraid of the unknown,
Afraid to be alone,
Afraid that the end is near,
My buttocks stay glued to the seat;
Making me unease in heat.
I won’t let anxiety eat me up,
As my flaws pushed me down,
With my dreams drifting each;
Moment that passes by.
My insecurities seem to be hungry,
They are ready to swallow my thoughts;
And attack with its tongue.
I’ll keep pushing until I’ve made it,
Because - it’s either I forget everything and run;
Or I face everything and rise,
For time is never ones friend,
So, if fear strikes;
Strike back.
..Hoping you love wet poetry
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Wet poetry
PoetryPoetries of love, Romance, Depression, life, joy, hatred, anger, death...all in one. Words on paper that struck my heart with emotions... allowing tears to drop...like rain from above... making my cheeks soak from tears...with an inevited need...
