I don't write poem's often. But this is my second one. I was scared, angry, and frustrated at the time. I somehow picked up a pencil, grabbed a piece of paper and written down these words. I edit some parts later to make it look better. But I can tell you one thing. I felt so much better after I written it that day. (Kinda stupid, isn't it? )
~Fear has Come~
I have this fear that want to grow,
I want to know, but do not pry.
I shake and quiver,
but do not cry.
What has become of the place I've known?
How do I act in this time?
This ordeal has given me great fear,
of what use to be mine.
I must know, I must try,
but I don't want to cry.
I will not show how I feel inside,
this cold, dark pit called; fear,
has something hidden inside.
What I must do,
I do not know.
But I must find a way...
A way to show that this fear will not grow.
Fear cannot have me,
I am not weak!
I will beat this beast inside,
for I cannot be beat!
I don't write poem's often. But this is my second one. I was scared, angry, and frustrated at the time. I somehow picked up a pencil, grabbed a piece of paper and written down these words. I edit some parts later to make it look better. But I can tell you one thing. I felt so much better after I written it that day. (Kinda stupid, isn't it?
)
~Fear has Come~
I have this fear that want to grow,
I want to know, but do not pry.
I shake and quiver,
but do not cry.
What has become of the place I've known?
How do I act in this time?
This ordeal has given me great fear,
of what use to be mine.
I must know, I must try,
but I don't want to cry.
I will not show how I feel inside,
this cold, dark pit called; fear,
has something hidden inside.
What I must do,
I do not know.
But I must find a way...
A way to show that this fear will not grow.
Fear cannot have me,
I am not weak!
I will beat this beast inside,
for I cannot be beat!