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Fear (Pimple) by BiggRobb
The fear was born with me, I think thatâs 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 sunâs on their side, but who the hell is âtheyâ?
I know itâs not on my side, it reminds me everyday;
Why canât I be normal? I want to so terribly,
I donât 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 theyâre 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,
Itâs 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 Iâll reach it, and end this life long curse,
Things can only get better, for I have surely felt the worse.
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