We all have fears. But do we have what it takes to face them?
Standing in the dark in front of the closet
Reaching for the door
Opened to memories deep and undisclosed
Thoughts, they boil tremulously, and struggle to be seen above the timeless echoes
Of doubts, never quite reassured
Beyond all of this there resides
Darkest of all things
The voice that, when you sleep reminds you of it
The deepest of all your fears
Looming towards you it attempts to reveal its visage
You slam the door, wiping the sweat from your brow and composing your face from its petrified state.
Surely you have more important things to do than face your deepest fears?
You walk slowly away from the door, leaving it to be enveloped by the dark.
It can wait, or can it?
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
