Fear, it hits like a bolt from the blue.
One moment, I'm scheming, clutching onto a pact, a vow made with death's hue.
Emotions, mere ghosts of yesteryears,
Lay dormant, entombed in my own private cemetery.
Until you barged into my world,
It was like a rare ray of sun piercing through the murk,
Painting vivid hues in my dull eyes.
I've never hungered for another so desperately,
Never thirsted for touch, or affection,
Until you.
Yet, fear wraps its icy fingers around my throat,
For I struck a deal with the reaper,
A pact sealed with his cold embrace,
A vow not easily dismissed.
I yearn to cling to you,
But dread claws at my gut,
Terrified you'll slip away,
Leaving me stranded, abandoned,
With death's shadow looming ever closer.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
