Prerna Magon Poet Lyric

I Am Scared of What I Behold

Am I unreal?       
A work of fiction if you may.
The author relishing, 
the sadistic humour he scribbles
is it as amusin as ballet?

Dissociating from myself
Physiological responses I do confront
but no emotion,
it does entail. 
My soul, was it hunt?

I am overwhelmed,
so much so that I feel blank. 
Coping by believeing ,
in the sociopathic tendencies I fabricate.
Is this a prank?

Gazing at the people, 
whist paddling down the streets, 
countless pounding hearts
of which I feel devoid of. 
When will this mess excrete? 

A ticking time bomb
Almost lifeless and extinct
Like a myoclonic twitch 
Which revives the asleep body
Reminding it that it is not dead
I anticipate a breakdown and fleeting emotions 
Which I extremely fear and dread. 

I am afraid of what I behold
Assuming it to be worse than a tsunami
building up inside me
tears that stem from nothingness. 
Which I did not consiously burry.
I try to cry and let it out. 
I can’t 
I can’t 
I am scared of what I behold.

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Beata Agustin September 1, 2024 at 5:06 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Lyric Man June 25, 2018 at 7:34 AM Prerna.. I loved reading your poem over a cup of hot coffee this morning. Your write is interesting and it was a joy to read!

Alycia Wheatley June 24, 2018 at 2:45 PM We are all capable of great things, consequently, we are also capable of horrid things. To be aware of this, is to start to master one self. Good write.