Fear approaches,
Ready to consume.
Its hunger
And its thirst
And its anger
Are never fully quenched.
It would take a thousand meals,
And a thousand gallons of water,
And a thousand victories
To satisfy its needs.
It is prepared,
Prepared to fight
With all its might.
And it will win
Until it is pushed back
Into the recesses of the mind,
Where it has no captive
And where it has no motive
For vengeance.
***
I have to wake up in 4 hours for a day where it is quite likely I will cry.
Partially because of lack of sleep,
Partially because of a broken heart,
And partially because of drugs.
Oh and now I'm on Iron Fist.
There's no such thing as too much Marvel, so yeah I'm probably gonna spend the next 4 hours on Netflix.
8/26/2017
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Over Prose
PoetryI've never been artistic. I've never really liked poetry. So basically, I'm gonna add shit when I'm sleep-deprived and not thinking straight. NOTE: One shitty poem USED TO BE posted every day! Highest ranking: #67 in Poetry (8/17/2017) *** Cover pho...
