The Fear
I’m learning now that the fears always grow
The idea of myself becoming so low
Relapsing into an older side of me
To which I have and hold the key
Yet life doesn’t always go as planned
As people leave, I become unmanned
Due to the anchor which held me here
I can’t help fear the fear which which pushed me so near
Near to brink of extinguishing my existence
Holding ones life in the palm of your hand
Through different methods you eventually understand
That your life is so fragile more so than yourself
As it only takes a few seconds to destroy oneself
To cease to exist and cease to be
The everlasting satisfaction of eternal peace
This is the prize of despair, the prize of letting go
The prize you have to deny while secretly wishing it to grow
Your hidden secret that nobody knows
The desire to die is always there
During the good and bad it needs to be handled with care
Otherwise i’ll slip and with it i’ll fall
Into a place where there is no more
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment