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Scared to Death
Broken thoughts surprise me
and it fills me with much fear,
my mind is an easy target
when reality sheds a tear.
I have seen it in my family
and the sight is hard to bear,
I tell myself it will be alright
because in life it's everywhere.
I will face my fear some day
when the time is right for me,
no matter how scared I get
I must accept what has to be.
I think about the moment
when we breathe our last,
the thought causes a panic
and my heart beats really fast.
Where does the spirit go
when the body lays so still?
I pace the floor and cry
then I take my anxiety pill.
I face the greatest challenge
and it is hard to accept,
after all I go through inside
I try to forget that calm be kept.
When in silence I relax
from the fear I often feel,
I know that death is normal
but I don't want it to be real.
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