Sunday, July 7, 2013

When I Say Time, I Mean a Lacktherof

My fear is large and formless



shape shifting







like a shadow that doesn’t get stamped out in the light







it looks like darkness




it looks like death




it looks like loneliness




and it looks like people







it grows like anger




a small flame that feeds this formless entity







no light penetrates




a fortress i don’t want seen







i reach out in vein




all i do is in vein







because my pride




is what i clutch inside







fear of you




and fear of me




being swallowed by the tide







while others stand tall







i see my fear




i see my shame







a towering wave




will pull me out to see




my fear







in a perfect form




like water




filling all the cracks and openings i haven’t closed







i can’t figure out, where it was




that i became 




what i sought to protect






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