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I can feel Fear begin To take hold of me With almost every pulse Of my weak heart I can feel it with me Like the remnants of drugs I created Fear of nighttime Or rather who takes its veil And hides behind it Outside of my window In the places that we all don't dare to check Fear of consciousness As in sitting in a room Where noise replaces oxygen And being separated from Any action or conversation By a thick, bulletproof glass wall Fear of conspicuousness Like when you know As you are doing something That is secret or covert You can feel eyes on your back And you realize That it is all over Fear of loss When everything is good And your soul is finally mending And your plans are unseen But that sinking feeling Settles in your stomach 18 hours later The comfortable, warm feeling is stolen My fears are more faithful Than friends or lovers or family They'll never leave me Never let me feel alone They stay awake with me When it's two AM And I'm frozen in my bed Waiting... for another sound
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
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I can feel Fear begin To take hold of me With almost every pulse Of my weak heart I can feel it with me Like the remnants of drugs I created Fear of nighttime Or rather who takes its veil And hides behind it Outside of my window In the places that we all don't dare to check Fear of consciousness As in sitting in a room Where noise replaces oxygen And being separated from Any action or conversation By a thick, bulletproof glass wall Fear of conspicuousness Like when you know As you are doing something That is secret or covert You can feel eyes on your back And you realize That it is all over Fear of loss When everything is good And your soul is finally mending And your plans are unseen But that sinking feeling Settles in your stomach 18 hours later The comfortable, warm feeling is stolen My fears are more faithful Than friends or lovers or family They'll never leave me Never let me feel alone They stay awake with me When it's two AM And I'm frozen in my bed Waiting... for another sound
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
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