The fear I have is of me.
The world seems to control every movement.
I must be blind because I cannot seem to see.
The blade gently traces, is this what I’m meant to be?
I did not know I was so unbalanced.
The fear I have is of me.
Control can not be a guarantee.
This a dream, a nightmare.
I must be blind because I cannot seem to see.
My mind has burns of the third degree.
I am wavering through gentle hands.
The fear I have is of me.
I can see a past I do not want.
Go to the other room to calm my mind.
If I go, I will regret what I do.
I must be blind because I cannot seem to see.
The fear I have is of me.
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Author:
M.B (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2020 02:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Personal reflection of emotions I’ve felt and dealt with.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
We can become our own obstacle in life. You made me think of a song from a band called White Lies. It’s called Death, but he sings about how fear takes ahold of him. I think you described that so well here.
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