NeophobiaA Poem by The Spaniardfear of changeSo sick when I breathe I expel this disease Feeling like nothing can cure me.
And I hear all the wisdom, Every side has a story, I don’t know if I can believe them.
Nothing goes right, I’m too weak to fight, I hate every inch of this plateau.
I’m helpless right now, You don’t understand, These things I just cannot control them.
Desperate am I, To reach to the sky, Where nothing will cut me forever.
For now… I bleed, Refusing to cry, I’ve done far too much already.
The one thing that heals Requires a penance, Steep as the cliff from which I stand leaning over.
No more structure for this, It’s become a mess, Push me cause I lack the courage.
© 2008 The SpaniardReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 25, 2008 AuthorThe SpaniardWestfield, MAAboutI am a singer/songwiter and self proclaimed poet. I sing for a band in the western mass. area called Independent Idiot (if you wanna ask what that means contact me and I'll tell you). I have been .. more..Writing
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