Fear
Whilst I remain hopeful and confident
There are doubts in my veins
Eating up my blood and causing pains
With absolutely no room to frail
I always formulate and jubilate but to no avail
Because this fear marinate my genes and sips down my ribs, making my jean sags
I want to make perfect gains
Double and even triple my pains to gain the nickels and meet the pays
But deep within me, there's a pouch of fears, acting as regression forces shrilling my hopes into tears
My hopes truncate, decays and profligates This send chills down my spine and blow air away from my portals trees
Many suffer from this chronic disorder
And cannot maintain a perfect concordance
In the rush of this nondescript mordancy
I resort to a different connotation
So as to divert my attention to its denotation
Yet, the shackles of fearsomeness
Overpower my inner handsomeness
And arrest my potent irksomeness
I want to conquer many degrees, have a viable pedigree at age thirty three.
But the fear to treat this decree with enough alacrity is mystic and a hopeless treaty.
I spy the sky and want to skydive to hit the sides of the stars
Yet my eyes sink and stinks causing an oversight at that pretty
All because my urge is sheared and tears between hope and despair, the result I fears.
This fear stick with my bones and burrows into my marrows with probes like a proboscis
I quiver and saunter down my inner meter
The result is a haze with no taste and so I salivate to mitigate my chase.
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