Afraid

Afraid of whats created me afraid of what it made me,
Afraid of what I am afraid of what I can be.
Afraid of my dangerous thoughts and what they have to say,
Afraid of if I listen who might have to pay.
Afraid to cross the line afraid to speak my mind,
Afraid to go any deeper afraid of what I'll find.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Ashley Avatar
January 18, 2024 at 9:03 AM
Dear Eve, your poem delves deep into the darkness of your angst. Your expressive imageries are captivating, and rich with emotion that brings me into the center of your verse and fears. Gripping and effecting poetry! I would list this as a rhyme. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
Heintzelman Avatar
January 18, 2024 at 9:05 AM
Thank you so much that means a lot
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