Cowering

I know. 

There are people. 

Who have more to deal with. 

And me even making a peep.

Should be quieted. 

But I'm becoming afraid of myself. 

I'm so scared. 

That I'm going to do something. 

How far will I go? 

I have no idea... 

I can't quiet my mind. 

I just need your help... 

I know you have enough to deal with. 

But is it to much to ask...? 

Author's Note

(My poems are always shit..)

Reviews

[Danielle Anatomyy]

I disagree to your author's note immensely. Your writing is like caring hands; it cradles the reader in times when reading is the only hope they possess. Your writing is detailed, and urgent, as if it pours from you. This may be because, writing is the only way for you to distribute your feelings. It shows in your poetry; the pain behind the words, the truth you can't tell someone directly. That gives it a mystery aspect, which can easily draw spectators in. Don't underestimate yourself.

[Kitten]

Thank you.

[Neshie]

I'm right here baby. I'm not going anywhere. I will always listen to what ever is going on.

[Kitten]

I know baby.. I'm sorry

[Neshie]

It's ok love. If anything comes up I'll be right here.

[Kitten]

Ok baby...