It happen in an instant
in the dead of night,
when you're all alone,
over-analyzing every thought.
unpredictably and breath-takingly.
you can't say
you've never felt this way:
anger, envy, hate.
You don't know if you're black or white,
you don't know if you're in the grey,
because maybe it's not the anger you feel,
nor the envy, nor the hate.
Maybe these things don't really play a part in why you're feeling this way.
What grabs your gut,
what makes you shake,
what makes your heart feel such pain
is fear.
and it's running through your veins.
You're afraid of failing,
yet you're afraid to even wish.
You fear leaving behind
all of the things you miss.
And you're scared to lose everything
for a little piece of happiness.
Because once you're in heaven, complete bliss,
something just has to pull you down again.
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AN: this was done for my writing club's poetry contest. it won, and was one of the first poems I ever consistently worked on/had peer-edited. not my favorite either, but it wasn't bad. Could've flowed better, because it rhymed well at the end, but the beginning lacked that and was a bit choppy. But let me know what you think anyway~
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