Fear does not control me
Oh wait it does
But it's not the fear that is controlling
It's my minds reference to all of the above
Fear is extinct beyond my head
It keeps asking why I'm not dead
Giving me reason upon reasoning
With my demons that of which I dread
And this unforgiving cycle
Cycle of spirals
Spirals of miles
Miles left alone with my head
Torturing me
I wish I was dead
But no matter how many times I try
My fear takes over
And starts controlling me
All over again
So yes, I'm trapped in this cycle
Cycle of spirals
Spirals of miles
Miles left alone with my head
Maybe that's the problem
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Poems of Mine
PoetryThis is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.
