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Apr 2011
Let my fears guide my sight.
Lost my will and lost the fight.
Look at me, so far off track.
One step forward and three steps back.

Want to stop, to give in.
But I wont, I'll aim to win.
What does it matter anyway?
I’ll take the steps and choose my way.

I’ll pretend it’s all OK,
That I will make it come what may.
Deep inside I’ll hide the fright.
Succumb to darkness, loose my light.

Because simply I cannot take,
One more horror, one more shake.
I will strap back on my mask,
I will take up my look of glass.

I will do what I am told,
Forget the past and become cold.
It won’t affect me anymore,
Built the wall and shut the door.

Kneeling there with my tears,
I lock up my past and my fears.
The soul I was, no more free.
Locked it up, I locked up me.
Written by
Kimberley Fritz
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