Fear

Fear is a word all know.

Not just of one thing.

But of all.

Love, life, everything.

 

Maybe it's just me.

Wanting to know what it may be.

I may have mesed up again.

But that's how life is.

 

The only way to relieve this pain.

Is to let it out.

All my pain, into a game.

The physical pain makes me forget,

the mental pain that hurts me so.

 

Again I do not feel like a poet for this.

Just a girl.

Who has no where else to turn,

but to words.

Author's Note

Note the physical pain IS NOT CUTTING. This refers to my volleyball playing. Whenever I am stressed I throw myself into it. Sorry for any confusion.

Reviews

[Chelsea.]

aside for a small spelling error, this is pretty good. I do hope, though, that you do not really turn to physical pain as a way to relieve yourself of hurt.

[Joe]

This is a sad, yet beautiful, poem. You're rhythm is really well done and your word choice is great. Great job! Keep it up!