Fear Itself Is Undefined. Poem by Shaikh Haneef

Fear Itself Is Undefined.

Rating: 4.8


I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?
What is it that I'm afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I'm scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad?
The person I'm expected to be? Is that what I fear? ...
I think the thing I fear most...is me

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Diana Seifert 13 November 2017

Shaikh, Love your poem. So true about so many of us. Conqure that fear and we can moove on.

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Pari Dharawat 11 November 2011

Beautiful poem. Keep writing

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Sonali Sings 05 November 2011

This is the best of your poems i've read so far.... There are times in life when we fear the unknown fear, and this poem has done a great job in citing those feelings!

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Jessie Hopkins 28 September 2011

Wonderful. I know that I've gone through a time where I questioned myself and sometimes I still do. This poem spoke to me and I believe you will be a poet many remember for a long time to come.

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