Unprotected

I would honesty rather now say what is bugging me. so I wrote a poem. it's a bit obvious.

I looked disaster straight in the eyes and laughed
not feeling one bit scared.
I have tackled danger to the ground
after letting my guard down,
knowing,
well thinking,
that I will win this battle.

I had my bad girl antics
and was looking so cool:
with an "i don't give a damn" smile
ripped black jeans,
and mangled hair.
In a unfamiliar neighborhood,
I took a walk on the wild side.
I didn't even notice
the buildings here
are broken,
gratified
and dark.

I let desire and curiosity
take the best of me.
I didn't know that misbehaving
could feel so freaking good,
and now my stomach is sick.
When I look back at what I have done.
My mind has lost it's ease
and my fear is becoming bloated.

All the while I thought I was on top.
I was indestructible
and powerful,
but in all reality
I was unprotected.
Reality struck my heart
and my body became weak.
Now I am nothing but scared
and now i regret
not playing on the safe side.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

We all do things we look back on and think "what the hell was i thinking".
It's realising these things that take you onto a new path in life.
Excellent worderations as always. Beautifully expressed.

[Coyote Poetry]

Life give us many choices. I like to see and taste the wild side of life in my youth. It is a high of a sort to test your mind in dangerous situations. I like the way you told the story in this poem. I wanted to know more. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem.
Coyote