Your Poetry Dot Com - Fear

Array ( [sid] => 151897 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fear [time] => 2009-08-01 04:08:08 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The cycle starts again, love to hate, and peace to war
Will I let it continue, or have I truly won the war?
Took down my life 3 years ago, a drive by mind****
Weeded out the impostors, and by some sheer luck
Escaped out to the Rockies, while I healed and found me
and I tore myself down, cleared my soul so I could see
Family and friends, and stability, appear to be back in my life
But have I truly learned, will I lose it again, and take out that dreaded knife
And carve myself up, a burnt out remain
And destroy once again, and go back insane?
These are the fears that hide inside
Behind the confidence, and newly found pride
The duality of self, zen apprentice or war monger
Fear builder, destroyer, or suicide bomber
Let the thoughts stay onto this page
And work through the setbacks, the scars and the rage
Let worries, insecurities, any drama stay here
Where it’s controlled chaos, the release of my fear
By writing it out, I direct all the strife….
….With my hand on the pen, of the grenade called my life [comments] => 1 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 48 [informant] => darkscorpio [notes] => Edited for content Moderator_18 August 1, 2009 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Fear

Fear
Date: Saturday, 1st August 2009 @ 04:08:08 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: darkscorpio

The cycle starts again, love to hate, and peace to war
Will I let it continue, or have I truly won the war?
Took down my life 3 years ago, a drive by mind****
Weeded out the impostors, and by some sheer luck
Escaped out to the Rockies, while I healed and found me
and I tore myself down, cleared my soul so I could see
Family and friends, and stability, appear to be back in my life
But have I truly learned, will I lose it again, and take out that dreaded knife
And carve myself up, a burnt out remain
And destroy once again, and go back insane?
These are the fears that hide inside
Behind the confidence, and newly found pride
The duality of self, zen apprentice or war monger
Fear builder, destroyer, or suicide bomber
Let the thoughts stay onto this page
And work through the setbacks, the scars and the rage
Let worries, insecurities, any drama stay here
Where it’s controlled chaos, the release of my fear
By writing it out, I direct all the strife….
….With my hand on the pen, of the grenade called my life

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