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Feb 2013
What is it I’m so afraid of?
Why am I still standing still?
I’ve got to squeeze that trigger; make it happen
Execute my pride before me
Throw away all inhibitions
Cut the fetter that leaves me blinded
Cut away at all that makes me human
And
Leave myself with no desire

I’m digging deep within my temple
I found myself alone and hiding
What is this that I’ve been seeking?
And who am I to look away?

I must
I must
I must
I must
Destroy the temple
Burn my center
Rid myself of
Dusty skin and
Hold on
Hold on
Hold tightly as I ascend
Dave
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