fear

i feel immense remorse for this person who i was

i feel it, intense forlorn, i fear what i’ve caused

i feel it, walking overboard, i’m bored and feeling sick

i feel it like a candle burnt at both ends, i’m outta wick

i feel like i’d be better off with a work ethic to boot lick because 

i’m a listless little limerick

i’m a treat without a trick

i’m a body full of holes

i’m a figure without a stick

i’m a bag full of bones

i’m a head of unknowns

i’m a cord without a phone

i’m a backbone all alone

in this wilderness, i’m far from fearless

im weak actually, and scared, rationally

cause this cliff-face is nothing but steep

this sheer drop has gotten me to think

about my point

my being

my me

but im not ready to write that,

right now i’m on the brink