Soft kisses
in summer rain
sprinkle upon
thy lips in vain.
Let me ride
through the pain.
I need my fears
to be slain.
This is the shortest poem that took me the longest to write. The first 4 lines were the original part of it. I wrote those lines in 2014. I didn't know there were going to be anymore lines to this until several months ago. But in the moment, when I wrote the original lines, they didn't really make sense to me. But now, it does. Because everything was in vain. Everything was in vain because I had ultimately failed to slay my fears. I let them consume me instead.