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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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July 13, 2016 at 5:16 PM
Writing down a fear can put it back into perspective where it belongs. You are in a safe place here with others others not yet spent who have secreted in their poetry Words to live for and words that shine even in the dark recesses of our mind with perspective not far behind. Thank you friend for bringing more fine words to to give us reasons more to keep up the fight. Words you are feeling were sorely needed to help with healing. David from NZ
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