This Fear That Stuns All
A true quest is presented before those young virgin eyes of adulthood,
A focus of vision at still and paralyzed of what becomes of you,
A artic shiver runs down your spine and through your heart,
A sweat that makes snow fall and that same double standard of fire burning in that presence of who you are.
A strike of unknown standards flies you hard and fast,
A worry that will always haunt day and night,
Most quiver in their shoes, others shake in thier hands,
That grail of life, and to strive on, is worse than that boogey man under your bed, that first kiss what waited for you, or the pain of your past.
This one bourdan that is conflicting in all, but driven to make great ones of fellow man.
Is this the work I want to provide me with and share among???
Copyright © Eric Lacey | Year Posted 2012
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