Fears,
They sneak in when I am not looking,
Little rats searching for bits of me,
So many dreams upon the floor,
When did I give up?
Leaving the best parts of me,
World passing by,
Shouts against the sky,
Every comparison brazen,
A token for every cut,
Wish I could have heard,
Words that said enough,
But dreams are wind,
Every cut a depth I give,
Give up this curt refrain,
You are loved and not in vain,
The fears will gnaw evermore,
And hope the bruised blade of green.
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Jamye Sharp
Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
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well done
So true! Love how you connected it to a rats, sneaking, gnawing! And that last two lines.. just delightful. Great Poem!
Your description of fear is so veracious. It takes a lot away from us. Fear kills our dreams and only leave us to believe the lies that it speaks, I do hope you are okay.
Nice writing.
Very profound, Jamye!
Passionate and very honest. Thank you for sharing this. I really appreciate the thoughts behind it.