Fearful Poem by Dakota Ellerton
Fearful
I sat in my own lonliness,
to think and drink,
to surround myself in bitter thoughts.
As I read and read,
of someone who was not I,
my stomach grew weak and turned.
I could ryhthme my heart race,
with each dropp to my tongue.
I could feel my palms sweat,
with every image flashing by.
To her I'd want to give my heart,
but restrain it just the same.
For I was only fear,
and she something honest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/7/2024 5:15:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
your fear is genuine, a sincere expression.