Fear

I live in fear of the days that come

The shadows that call my name

The relapse, destined to find me

I run, I hide, I cower

Darkness pursues

With every word a taste of bitter honesty

Loved ones are sparse

I have paid my penalty dear Sir

Relent and leave me to the light

Release me

Unhand me

Let me breathe the midnight air once more

Sing to the rhythm of the roaring ocean

 

I live in fear, I am without hope

Which is my path?

To lay upon the fields of forever

To run across the sands of time

No route shall ease the burden of my journey

Overloaded

Overruled

 

I am but a candle

Burning bright

To the audience of a million silent shadows

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

as long as their is flame there is a path out of the shadows~
though the poem whispers gothic traps sprung by the heart and her inlays of memories~ the light flickering shows a way . . . . and therein is the magik of your poem~ even in the darkest dark hope is a pinpoint of possibilities . . . .

[Ed Hart]

nothing is "destined", not even tomorrow