Scared Poems

Terrified

Feel hurt.
Deep in my chest,
like a sword that cuts into my ribcage,
Rips me open,
Fear trapped,
cold insistent,
persistent,
Heart,
that beats fast, while I close my eyes 
And I try to sleep,
But inside I want to scream.
With the rage of the storm,
in a dark sky full of lightning,
Full of fury,
Tears stream,
Wet face, bad dreams,
Paws that claw at my lungs,
Knots,

scared of shadows

dogs are barking
loud deep hoarse angry barks
staring up the driveway

I expect to see soldiers carrying machetes
or machine guns
or the secret police

dogs are concentrating on a walnut tree
there are moving shadows on the bark
reflection of moving leaves

- Constantly Scared -

                                An unhealthy focus in life
                  

Yours without having you

Yours Without Having You"

As solitude surrounds me,
I still feel the whispers...
of your presence.
Soft.
Haunting.
Like a memory...
not yet made.

In a fleeting moment of joy,
you hush my fears.
You stir…
a calm I never knew lived in me.

Then
An epiphany strikes.
Like the sun,
piercing
my skin.
Sudden.
Warm.
Unforgettable.

But still
a deep sadness lingers
in my soul.
Because I know...
I can never
call you mine.

Resilience?
Baby…
it slips through my fingers
like smoke.
I

The Silent Screams

There are voices all around us
Not loud, not obvious,
But aching to be heard.

Within this poem lies three unheard stories
Three souls, each silenced by society
A woman who smiles in fear.
A boy punished for love.
And a girl whose dreams shrink in the shadows.
Their pain is different,
But their silence is the same.

This poem is for them
For the unheard,

Disturbing Untold Story

I heard a story today, it felt just like mine,
In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine.
Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see.
Yes, a story just like mine, it came right back to me.
You are brave, so much braver than I.
You told your hurt out loud, under the open sky.
My pain,

Infinite World

Infinite world, my only escape.
Infinite world, the life I hate.
My hand is cramping as I write.
But I don’t care. I still fight.
The lead is scraping paper thin,
Slicing air with every spin.
Infinite world, my one place.
Infinite world, my only safe space.
My pencil was once unused,
Unmarked, clean, and unbruised.
My hand was once unsure,
Quiet, soft, and insecure.
Not that

a quiet end i cannot take

I want to die—
not in screams,
not in blood,
but in a quiet room where no one waits for me.

I think of suicide
like a lullaby I hum alone,
a final note to silence
the noise in my head
that never rests.

But I'm scared.

I'm afraid of the rope,
afraid of the pills,
afraid of the fall—
not just the pain,
but the fact that I

Fathers POV part 1

One day God decided to give me you 
I was so young and scared I didn't know what to do 
He told me he has given me a precious gift
Thats going to change your life forever

Sense it was a special gift from God  I didn't think
I would ever deserve it but he told me

Insomniac Island

This entropy, it's endless.
I'm captive in your void of sleep.
My eyes are strung open,
My hands clung to you
But I'm drifting off,
I'm drifting far away,
Away from here, and as hard as I grasp onto you,
I know I won't be back.

Every time it happens.
I can't think straight,
I am so far off,
And if I can't be me,
I can't

Walking Through The Veil of Hate

I walk through life like a shadow unseen,  
Because they treat me like I’ve never been.  
No chains can bind me, no laws confine,  
Yet they whisper doubts as if they’re mine.  

Why do you fear the faith I hold?  
Why does my truth leave hearts so cold?  
Is

What Doesn't Kill You

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,  

And perhaps, if I go looking,  

In there, I can find some truth.  

 

But what they never tell you is that 

What doesn’t kill you makes you aware. 

It makes you bitter,  

it makes you scared. 

 

What doesn’t kill you

Locked Inside

I’ve got so much to say,
But my words don’t come out right.
Thoughts stacked in my chest,
Heavy, ready to fight.

I try to speak, but I freeze,
The words just slip away.
I need to let it all out,
But I don’t know what to say.

I’m screaming inside,
But my voice won’t break through.
I just need someone to listen,
To hear what

THE SCARS

Can our eyes see their scars,
Which we claim that they made for us,
Have we thought of those scars we made,
Yes- we made in their hearts permanently?

They cannot step out with dignity,
Maybe just for an act unknowingly done or filled with stupidity,
Nobody will look unto them or their family,
Will their grief also come down gradually?

Forgiving is

Ripping Me Apart

I’ve realized, lately
I don’t want to be seen,
I live in the darkness
Hide behind a screen.

Whatever virus appeared 
Attached itself to my heart,
It hasn’t left since
And it’s ripping me apart.

Because heaven descended 
And took them from me,
Just as I thought
I was finally free.

Funeral after funeral
They came and they went,
Till all of me was shattered
and battered and

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