Scared is what i feel,
frustration is what it filled,
hating the moment I'm in now,
hate every voice I'm hearing around,
what if things repeat? it just hard to stand still.
Scared of what i feel, scared of this empty glares i give,
finding a way a; way to endure,
finding a rope of strength to hold on,
scared to the lost and wild , hopeless to this fading light,
expectations were never there still there is this feeling of despair,
calmness slowly fading not knowing how to hold it.
Scared is what i feel scared of me changing again
I'm scared of feeling the fear because i don't what's in there for me to bear,
sacred of these returning feeling of glum,
scared of these baseless nights scaed of crying alone in the pathless roads,
scared is what i feel isn't there a way to break it free?
-N.N
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Whispers Of The Soul
PoetryHello there lovely readers this is N.N. Come along and feel the emotions in my poems. Some will make you smile, others might bring a tear. They reflect the rollercoaster of with our self, with moments of pure joy and times of deep sadness. Together...
