poemranker ::Fear by BiggRobb

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Fear

Member since 2003 · Posted 15 Dec 2003 · 1 comment

The fear was born with me, I think that’s how it was, I try to get around it, but the sun waits until it does; It seizes up above, with the clouds in the sky, But will not continue until my feelings arise; The sun’s on their side, but who the hell is “they”? I know it’s not on my side, it reminds me everyday; Why can’t I be normal? I want to so terribly, I don’t know what normal is, but I know that its not me; My emotions rise expectedly, like the sun from the east, But they never fully set, just lessen at the least; They lessen only to rise higher the very next time, But they’re stuck inside of me like the voice of a mime; I wish I could release them and finally be able to breathe, But every time I try to, my fear always impedes; Fear closes my mouth for me, and locks them in their cage, It’s at the base of my heart, influencing my life as it hangs; The key is above the cage and it would finally set me free, Free from fear that haunts me so effortlessly; Someday I’ll reach it, and end this life long curse, Things can only get better, for I have surely felt the worse.

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[7] sliver 16-Dec-03/7:03 AM Reply
Felt the worst? not too bad Robb, it could stand to flow more smoothly I think.