Afraid

A closed vault I ponder
A life restricted by my thoughts, my lessons
The struggle within that comes in waves upon the shore of my hopes
Purposeful to molest and hinder

Wishing to radiate, to eradicate
Tearing open the flesh of confinement
To crawl to the light sought in desperation’s last gasp
To rest upon its supple breast awakened

Fear is the warrior pledged to dispose
Of the one left weak, sometimes not caring
Hope drizzles down, a drop caught unaware
Its trickle breathes its last as I sleep, unaware

For the want of love
For the want of want do I live
Each day a menagerie of predilections
Too afraid to reach, I shrink back to the vault

I am no longer lost to life’s last anymore
Though I have landed a landing of blockades
My line of defense put up against living life
This I seek . . . yet I turn away . . . afraid


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