I'm afraid.
I’m scared of words
I keeped them locked in my journal
Brown cardboard cover
And lined sheets
That I keep hidden over my bed
They call to me as I sleep
They shuffle around my room
Making the floorboards creak
I’m as afraid of words
As I am afraid of this poem
All these poisionous verses
And shattered lines
“Couldn’t have you chosen a safer medium?
Perhaps some prose?”
But, no
I torment myself with off beat lyrics
Written In Pen
And half-assed ideas
On my hand
I’m afraid of poems
I’m afraid of my pen
I’m afraid what will happen when
I let my voice sing
What punishment I will recieve for my crimes?
Many have been burned for their words
Many much less brave then I
I’ve seen men suffer
I’ve seen lives lost
When a word after a word is power
And when all that power topples off
Empires have fallen to dust
Warriors sank to their death
For much less than some misplaced blots from my pen
I’m afraid of this
And much more
I’m afraid of my words
And scared shitless of yours
“What would they think?”
“What will they say?”
These thoughts are weighting my down
But by the end of the day
A word after a word is power
A line after line is verse
But I rather keep my mouth shut
Than be crushed in the dirt
“Father, will you cleanse me?
Get rid of all these evil words?
Father, Father where are you going?”
You’re as empty as my words
I’m tired of shouting after you
My mouth is hoarse
I losting voice
So I’ll write some words to help me
Poems to weep
Songs for sleep
I’ve been mind-washed of all these impurities
But I keep coming back to my desk
I’m afraid of these words
God,Help Me!
I need some sleep.
But I won’t let my fears hold me back.
So I take out another empty sheet.
I’m scared of words
I keeped them locked in my journal
Brown cardboard cover
And lined sheets
That I keep hidden over my bed
They call to me as I sleep
They shuffle around my room
Making the floorboards creak
I’m as afraid of words
As I am afraid of this poem
All these poisionous verses
And shattered lines
“Couldn’t have you chosen a safer medium?
Perhaps some prose?”
But, no
I torment myself with off beat lyrics
Written In Pen
And half-assed ideas
On my hand
I’m afraid of poems
I’m afraid of my pen
I’m afraid what will happen when
I let my voice sing
What punishment I will recieve for my crimes?
Many have been burned for their words
Many much less brave then I
I’ve seen men suffer
I’ve seen lives lost
When a word after a word is power
And when all that power topples off
Empires have fallen to dust
Warriors sank to their death
For much less than some misplaced blots from my pen
I’m afraid of this
And much more
I’m afraid of my words
And scared shitless of yours
“What would they think?”
“What will they say?”
These thoughts are weighting my down
But by the end of the day
A word after a word is power
A line after line is verse
But I rather keep my mouth shut
Than be crushed in the dirt
“Father, will you cleanse me?
Get rid of all these evil words?
Father, Father where are you going?”
You’re as empty as my words
I’m tired of shouting after you
My mouth is hoarse
I losting voice
So I’ll write some words to help me
Poems to weep
Songs for sleep
I’ve been mind-washed of all these impurities
But I keep coming back to my desk
I’m afraid of these words
God,Help Me!
I need some sleep.
But I won’t let my fears hold me back.
So I take out another empty sheet.

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