My fear

I am not a child, born of flesh and bone.

I am not a boy, giving way to every throw.

I am a man bred of iron will, and cold hard steel

Not to be shaken, trifled, or peeled.

Yet at my core, my stance will be shaken,

Not by bullet, knife, or demon, but of suffocation.

I could face my devil with utmost faith

knowing I'd be saved by God's good grace.

But at the bottom of the ocean A boy I will be,

screaming in terror as my last breathe flees.

And when I dare to open my eyes

light being swallowed by the depthening tide

I'll see my fear at it's worst

Cold, barren, empty and vast,

knowing in moments I wont last

Feeling the bubbles begin to release

Sinking to the belly of this beast

I let it all out, and begin to shake

And then time stops. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I am a man bred of iron will, and cold hard steel
Not to be shaken, trifled, or peeled.


Yet at my core, my stance will be shaken,

Not by bullet, knife, or demon, but of suffocation."

It sounded like a self-styled song. Bravo.................