Sunday, March 1, 2009

Fear

How have i crowned thee
queen of my life;
that you creep into my every move

You hold me back
when fate demands i move,
into greener pastures

You give me gory nightmares
of thorns in every path
or life full of snares

But when lights go off
and i am laid to rest
you are stripped off my soul

No nightmares, no thorns
snares nowhere to harm
but in your realm

Fear, how did you creep in
into my innocence
and became the definition of my life

how did i crown you queen of my life?

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