Right, so when I when I was eleven, I published my first poem on the website Teen Ink. I decided to move it over here (and on my blog), in an edited way.
Hope you enjoy!
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I am a shackle, a binding. I grip people, holding them in place. Many use me as a shelter, a safehold, even though I am your greatest enemy.
I am the dissapointed looks of a parent, the fatherless child, the dying mother. I am the rebellious teen, an abusive father, a careless lover. I am the both, the bully and the victim, terror and pain.
I am fear.
There is no way out of my unmerciful tunnel, except, if you were to find the light, hidden amongst my alleged jewels that pull you back in.
But you see, I can do this, because I AM FEAR.
YOU ARE READING
Notepad Poetry
PoetryJust some Poetry/thoughts I end up journaling or writing when I'm in a weird mood. An excellent story description, right? I basically pulled some poetry from my blog and will slowly compile it to here. I'm not really a poet, so it won't be perfect...
