Category: Writers Block
Behind my eyelids I see what I fear,
Within my fear is my weakness and my strenghth,
If this terrible halp-known shadow falls upon me,
Its darkness washing through my body,
Will I be spared death or will I live?
Do I possess the power to unveil the fears,
To chase them back to those strange depths from whence they came,
Back in to oblivion, as they remain nameless.
I lie here losing life as the seconds tick by and I wonder
Do they see in me what I see in me?
The light blinds me so I shut my eyes,
And then the fear comes back to plague me.
Caught between shadow and light,
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
Will I stand the test of life and death?
Will you follow me down and bring me back,
Or will I walk alone?
The pain I endured and the dark I came through,
And no longer do I walk alone.
Fear not what has not yet come,
Fear not that has already been,
Fear only what is already here,
And wait in silence for what is drawing near.
Fear not what has passed you by,
Fear that which has come to take
That which you have struggled to make?
Do not fall out of Time's embrace,
For to do that is to fail completely.
The thought of failure is my weakness,
For that is what I fear the most.
And as my fears draw near,
I raise my face to the sky and laugh in the face of Death,
For now, though I am a destructible being,
Death is unveiled before me,
And it, I no longer fear.
Fear not that which is gone,
Nor that which is to come,
Fear only that which is here,
On silence it flies through,
And exposed to the light, it can not live.
So tear me open but beware
Of the things in the empty spaces,
Best to let them go away,
Best to break them as they are,
And my demons are gone in my deep sleep,
Faded out, memories,
And now fear not the empty spaces,
For there, nothing remains.
Your a brilliant writer! Very deep thoughts! You will survive. You'll destroy death, and stand the test of time. Trust me. You've come this far. Don't give up!
That's not me talking. I know I'm not that strong now but if something happened to me I'd fight it with a vengeance, and just maybe I'd live. That wasn't exactly for me. I don't write for me usually, though I write in first person. I write for friends and family occasionally, but most times things just flow out of my hands and I can't control it. When I have an urge to write, I never resist it.
Still though, its awesome!
impressive
wow awesome again iyana that's deep