deepundergroundpoetry.com

What Ails Me Still?

Just a thought of fancy, a shimmering twisting vale, home to all good creatures upon there merry way
I sit a dreamer dammed, lost but not forgotten, my hearts truth but a beat away
The fear of all I am, the fear of people knowing, the fear of never growing in that splendid sort of way
Tell me of yourself, I'm sure I'd understand, for the longing that’s in all of us is but common to all man
Why then so insecure to be that I am, do I dread the look of difference that your face will wear and speak are we not brothers and sisters that in unity we should seek
I look to none for pity for a victim I am not, I look upon this creation and see it is but me with many mirrors mirroring all facets therein I planned, in a realm not long forgotten, my souls happy land.
Written by Tagas
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 592
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:23am by Tallen
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 10:55pm by LunaGreyhawk
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 9:27pm by Indie
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 2:54pm by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 2:30pm by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 8:08am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES