When the heart quivers in trepidation,
The uncertain, suffer in frustration.
The fear that holds the weak,
Never settles, it only peaks.
Apprehension lives in us all,
Fears simply make us fall.
Is it the ultimate failure that holds us back?
Or is the fear of failure that causes the slack?
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Alation
PoetryHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."
