When sorrow shadows brightness from above
Misguided, faint emotions start to swarm
To battle saintly waves of bliss and love;
The brackish gray of hate becomes the norm.
Disease of soul, inflicted oft denies,
Is born and grown within a hateful spark.
And, what is known becomes a web of lies
To lead its victim blindly through the dark.
The cloak from beauty leaves but naught a trace.
The damaged spectrum formed within a tear.
Of all the withered brought unto this place,
The master of their suffering is fear.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear, after that fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free. - Jim Morrison. -Outstanding Ink Mandi. Loved it! ; -)
fear is the disease of the soul, be fearless, good write, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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An excellent poem written on fear. Of all the withered brought unto this place, The master of their suffering is fear. Agree fully. Also, thanks to Kelly Seale for the beautiful quotation.