I have an umbrella, so trusty and big
I carry around, when the danger is quick.
I hide from the light, or the noise spreading out,
Scared to the bone of mine, rain is out loud.
Will it last forever? I'm pondering why
I won't be okay without shade if I try.
Shall I be afraid of the things I now dread?
Or should I outgrow all my fearing instead?
Time's killing itself as I cry and I plead.
I feel as my eyes slowly settle and bleed.
There is a world out there, where I shall succeed.
What's stopping me now? Can you spot the deceit?
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PoetryI'm a young poem writer and I wanted to create an online collection of my poems for everyone to see. I used to post often, but I'm busy these days. Unless?.. Please, if you like my poems leave a vote and write a comment! That is the best support yo...
