Fear

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  • Dark Poetry

    Fear
    Of not being alive...
    Such a phobia I uphold
    With a dark sadness that floodens me,
    such a thought that makes me shiver.

    Of not feeling...
    Of my heart dying out,
    Its verses finally ceasing
    and my words having no meaning.

    To see the end...
    Of my complete inspiration,
    To no longer have a reason...
    A reason to live.

    A shift in inspiration...
    A shift in my entire life,
    To not be able to see tonight
    to not be able to feel the light.

    To finally feel the change,
    A drastic change in my life...
    To finally feel the change,
    A fear of not being able to write...

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    wheelsal commented on Fear

    06-26-2009

    One of the greatest fears is putting the pen in your hands and writing. Not sure it goes away completely but at least you found it again. Nice job.
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    Crush

    09/08/2009

    i agree with this comment...what a gift it is to be able put that pen in your hands. fear is good but it also cripples...i think you will find that happy medium and continue to grow and write great poems like this one. very nice, than you.

    bandit1192 commented on Fear

    06-26-2009

    I know this feeling. I quit writing for a long time because I didn't think anyone cared about my poetry. When I joined OP.com I was shocked to find people actually liked what I wrote. I realized how much I'd missed writing. With this site, you'll find your words do have meaning. Good poem. TS
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    NoLeafOfClover commented on Fear

    05-27-2009

    Nice and dark, thats what I like. Its seems to me that holding on to something is dangerous. When its gone that certain gift or feeling, or whatever we're lost forever. Thats what I took from your poem. Thank you.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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