articles - poetry

|sixty nine|

i'm a coward,
i can't climb these mountains,
i can't speak out my tears,
i'm a coward.
and who are these people?
why do i stay away?
i'm a coward.

i fear the change,
the leaving behinds,
i'm not a warrior,
there's no courage in my thoughts,
there's no sword in my hand.

i am hated,
by my own self,
by my need for life to halt,
i am hated.

(you are not any of these.)