WHAT AM I AFRAID OF?
What
am I afraid of?
Goodbyes. The ones that are never said.
Of the dark, and a little of the light.
Of the scorching fire that consumes all,
and of the burning candle that never lets me be.
Of hatred and jealousy, the kind that
gnaws at your very foundations;
but also of love, which nudges you over the
edge,
bit by painful bit.
Of the stars, of how they always seem
to know their place
Of that ever – remembered, haunting face.
Of touch, of fall and of tears.
Of those bitter smiles and the hurt – kept
veiled inside.
Of the want – restless and demanding;
The insatiable need! That never lets you be.
Of beaches and waves and that nostalgic
brew of coffee.
Of the day with its armoury of dull feelings
and the
Nights that echo sadness.
What am I afraid of?
Me.
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