My Fear

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 29, 2018

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My Fear.

It arrests and suffocates my mind
To think I can never go back, behind.
Only onward, to where I cannot know.
Though I should, hand with faith, and not ego
Trust in the truths, I take for certainty.
Cast off the fear held on by vanity;
A crutch of life, always about to break.
The wooden rod quivers and he forsakes.
Moments e’er wasted on good intentions,
Never accomplished – but what convictions!
Fresh faced fancies in pastoral pictures
Hide low beneath vague and creeping features.
Hours are dismissed; the days thrown away.
To have a grasp on another today,
Oh but faith! As such it was and should be.
Yet, the fear still comes. And it stifles me.
My mind reminisces – it halts my breaths.
I recall, with these temporary deaths
The inevitable road ends for all,
As even the proudest of men will fall.
Resigned to what I will never avert,
I write. My small soul cries out for comfort.
So! By heart and mind and soul forever
To a better end must I endeavour.


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