Let’s talk about our fears.
Our nightmares that haunt us even at daylight
The fear of unreciprocated love
Of our mothers bearing our pain
Of the flames that turned into something that burn us
The fear of not being able to write,
That even poetry has become weary of us.
Of feeling the caffeine stuck in your soul
Those monsters that visit us,
Those we wouldn’t even welcome.
Of even recognizing our fears.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
Let’s talk about our fears.
Our nightmares that haunt us even at daylight
The fear of unreciprocated love
Of our mothers bearing our pain
Of the flames that turned into something that burn us
The fear of not being able to write,
That even poetry has become weary of us.
Of feeling the caffeine stuck in your soul
Those monsters that visit us,
Those we wouldn’t even welcome.
Of even recognizing our fears.
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