Fear
Sonora Roman
It grips you, chokes you, shoots you dead
But maybe it's all just some trick in your head
Still it seems so real, it looms over me
And now,
I feel small,
weak,
worthless.
This hill insurmountable
And clouds block the sun.
The shadows twist closer like a snake 'round a mouse
Stop. Let's play a game.
How 'bout we pretend?
We pretend we are,
Worthwhile,
Strong,
Tall.
If we wear our mask long enough...
Perhaps, by chance,
We'll feel it.
Even if we don't, no one can tell
That the strong girl they see...is a broken heart's shell
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A Collection
PoetryA collection of poems I have written in the last couple of years.
