Genevieve Pilat

(02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Phobia


Beating heart racing fast
Pray to God it doesn't last
Head all blurry in a spin
Phobia kicking in.

Aching pain in the chest
Wishing it would give it a rest
Senses heightened to the top
Will this phobia ever stop?

Try to brave the growing fear
For hopeless love is drawing near
Accept the phobia that causes strife
For broken hearts are a part of your life.

Submitted: Thursday, August 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
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  • Khairul Ahsan (8/8/2013 9:13:00 AM)

    For broken hearts are a part of your life.
    Great understanding of life and great expression of its frailties and phobia in not too many words.
    An excellent poem. (Report) Reply

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