Fear
Fear
I throw a towel into tomorrow
But I wake up in the dead of the night
My nerves won't let me have a moment's rest
My heart is beating out of my chest
I decide not to fight it
I wake up and burn the midnight oil
When I leave home
The sun is so big and bright in front of my face
It's hot outside yet the cold doesn't leave my body
My breathing is paced
I don't know what I don't know
The hell, I don't even know what it is I know
Arriving at the scene
I am a wreck of nerves
My hands and feet are cold
I am sweating
Well, I hate waiting
Soon we start
I don't look at the next quest
Not even this quest's b from a
One quest at a time
I give it my all
Forget grammar
What the hell are spellings?
My mind is thinking too fast
My hand can't write fast enough
Soon enough some of the letters are flying
Here and there I have to go back and shape a letter
I don't remember when I calmed down
Wait a minute did I calm down at all
At the end of it all I realise it wasn't that bad after all
Now leaving the sun is hidden from the world
Cold air rises from underneath my feet and embraces me
I feel better
But my mind wonders into the night
Where I will wake up in the dead of the night
Burn the midnight oil
With my heart beating out of my chest
The fear will begin anew
And it will feel new and different
Copyright © Sharon Nyambowo | Year Posted 2022
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