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fear
I fear for my existance
My heart is tormented
A nuclear bomb will blast
Any minute from now
If not then the floods,
or the earthquake or AIdS
or Bird flue.... will do the job
My soul is tormented .I cant sleep at night
Am terrified of losing my mind ,my precious job
my home my kids ,my wife.
I will grow old lose my sight
my hearing my youth
Twisting and turning oh! what of
my money, my wealth, my investements
Am afraid should i sleep and never wake up.
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Fear is a powerful tool isn't it? There are things we can change but for those we cannot...? And fear is the nemesis I wrote about in my poem recently, something we all make powerful or nothing at all. :)
This takes nothing away from your poem pj... it rings so true.
~Tony |
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Very nice theme-one nobody wants to admit-fear of anything important to them.
I agree with Phil, breaking up your lines would sharpen the texture of this poem. Love the message, PJ. Thanks, Bebe |
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Comment by: phillmag Online- 2008-07-01 04:54
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i like this poem; it does strike universal theme. a few nits: AIDS, bird flu, cap. I in last line. also consider breaking longer lines:
my soul is tormented
I can't sleep at night
am terrified of losing
my mind, my precious job |
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Indeed, all roads lead to the same universal fear: death. (Freud was right about some things...)
Another excellent poem - thank you! |
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