Afraid

One of February's Flames; 2009.

These thoughts within have always been the same
There are things I find hard to explain
For years my barrier's decayed
For years and years I've simply kept the pain

I can't recall when it began
Or where I was when the reigns pulled in
But I'm here now and next to it
All veins are scars
My time is thin

How do I cease this to begin?


I'm scrambling through the halls of mind
The doors are locked, the keys hidden behind
I see no end, no path to take
I feel the pressure start to escalate

I'm afraid of everything that lays ahead
I can't go back
The way is burried - too long dead
I'm tattered, frayed and wearing thin
I fear I'm slowly sinking in


This weight has always been pressing down
I never gave it much thought, until now
The chains have waxed and I have waned
My legs are weak and body strained
I don't know how much longer I can hold
I feel the coming of the fold

The spark to hail the flame is lost
There is no light for me to look upon
Where is the dawn?

I'm here now and I feel so damn small
So frightened and lacking all control
I feel the nausea churn as the sea
Shifting sands to swallow unstable feet
I'm drifting backwards and away
How can I ever escape the day?

How do I cease this... to begin?

Reviews

[NM Sarah]

Oh, Warrick, I loved this.
I really hear the claustrophobia- this sense of fated horror.
A poem is just a slice of time. I can't help but wonder if it really is all so regrettable or if, perhaps, it was essential from the start.
Again, great voice. Very nice.

[Jenny Nelson]

Well, I certainly can identify with what you are saying here. There's definitlely a feeling of frustration and fear, as well as other emotional pain. It is a very description way of saying, "I'm losing it, can't anyone help?"
A bit of hope with the last line, in that poem speaks of how you're still looking for answers instead of completely giving up and giving in. I think you did a great job with this write... and hang in there, that's the best any of us can do most of the time, but there are good times somewhere down the road.