I'm a man with very few fears

 
I'm a man with very few fears.
Fruitless labour, loveless relationships,
And worthless poetry.
I fear, this is all of them.

It's been the longest year
And I've just scraped through half way there.
I have given it my all and somehow it's another barren year.
I've had sleepless nights, endless fights in my head
And I still see no clear path to where I'm going.

I thought I've found the one but she came with t's and C's
I could have bought her the world and a diamond ring.
Maybe that it's just me.
But I'm laying and she's right next to me
But I hardly think we feel a thing.
We've tried to cover the cracks with sex and tears
But we drifting and that shit is real.

They say fear
Is false expression appearing real.
And I'm writing this poem with an expression I don't comprehend.
I used to be good, now I'm no where near.
I had poetry in me, whilst I still had something to give
Now I'm just tragedy stuck in a repetitive gear.

I'm a man with very few fears.
Fruitless labour, loveless relationships,
And worthless poetry.
I fear, this is all of them.