Waterloo

I TREMBLE AND SHAKE
COLD AS THE ARCTIC
MY HEAD
FOGGY WITH FEAR
EYES DILATE
HANDS CLENCH
MY HEART HEAVY
THIS NAGGING
AND PRODDING
MY FEARS MADE TRUE
I'VE RUINED ME
AGAIN
I WANT TO ESCAPE
FROM THE MADNESS
OF ME
THIS BUMBLING UNCERTAINTY
THIS HURRICANE OF DOUBT.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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July 12, 2018 at 2:16 AM
Your poetry makes sense in every way; I hope that you keep writing forever. The world needs poets who recognize their feelings and can put them onto paper.
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