I don't want to talk,
Cause it would end in tears.
On the black board I write with a chalk;
But there is not enough place for all my fears.
I fear almost everything,
And me on top of all.
But the hardest part is leaving;
Cause the exit is too small.
I feel stuck in a room,
A non existant place.
And I'm waiting for flowers to bloom;
But instead I feel brambles on my face.
YOU ARE READING
Alone With Fears
PoetryPoem of the day! This time there is no real meaning to the flower I chose for the cover. (Narcissus). I just wanted something beautiful. Bye bye ✨
