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To Conquer FEAR
I feel sick….
Not nauseous…….not ill….. just sick…
Obsessed with perception………
Depressed from deception………..
Mind games…. Mortality…. Morality…. Out of control
Unable to comprehend……….to just chill…. And just roll with it
I’m thinking too much… out of touch… out of sync
Head full of bad wiring… I just sit here and blink….
Why can’t I just deal with shit?
Why Can’t I rise up?
To conquer my lunacy..
And stand up… JUST FUCKING STAND UP!!!
The fear is paralyzing…..
I wish I could shrink
Into something less OBVIOUS…..
Something much less distinct
I feel THICK…….disconnected… I wish I could hide
But the feelings I have are too deep down inside.
Have you ever felt hopeless???… that there’s really no end
To the feelings that grip you, OR the vibe others send?
I know why I feel this, I know what to do
It’s drastic, it’s desperate, but it’s only too true
I have to break free… my legs now feel steady!!
I know that it’s now…. I KNOW that I’m ready
Stand up…. Stand UP!! FUCKING STAND UP ….. DO IT NOW!!!
And I do it… and realize…. That was easy……. Somehow…..
Comments
bobbye
Mon, 2013-02-18 22:55
Welcome all comments and
Welcome all comments and critique.... NOT an accomplished poet by any means, just someone who occasionally feels the need to put my innermost feelings down in order to wok them through.... BE BRUTAL and HONEST!!! Thanks!