Uncertainty immersed in fear, initially does appear as a small sprout
It germinates a tear. Like a spear that pierces, hemorrhaging doubt
Trepidation rends my breast
A sentinel so near, not a seer, unsure how things will turn out
Not clear where destiny will steer, I quake and shake and shout
Panic builds its nest
Wishing it to disappear, yet still it does adhere, ignorant of what it's about
From its path so shear, I attempt to veer, hoping paranoia to rout
Still on a quest
Afraid to hear, or peer in a mirror, it hovers and does tout
How dear is our last year, when one will be worn out
Now I can rest
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I'm not uncertain that this is a good write SB!
Those double negatives always left me uncertain. Now you're getting me going again. Thanks Orchi.
Oh lol. It\'s them poetic iambic parameter thingys that bother me - if I knew what they were! We probably use them without knowing. lol.
love the 'T' rhyme scheme
anchors that Tearing of comfort
that forcibly
flustered, unseTTled state
you depict, so vividly
and I think your formatting worked really well
that gap/space, element
adds to a stepping feel, lines
descending
to those anchoring realisation's..
a wonderful showcasing
of your technical prowess, dear Poet
Thanks for looking beneath the skin of this experiment of mine. Your comments are always so deeply appreciated L.B.
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