Fear
Fickle emotions,
Especially the giant called Fear,
Are taking over my life.
Right and wrong don’t seem to
Factor in as much as whichever
Emotion wins the arm wrestle today.
As Fear stronghands his way through,
Responsibilities suffer
For his choices -- what I can and cannot do today.
Each night, I promise myself tomorrow will dawn anew
And, with it, a new me.
Reality settles in each morning, proving me a liar.
Poems are beautiful works of art and boy did this one touch my soul.
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