Of fear
Emotions spoil emotions and i am left untamed,
My focus world shatters and i see a lot of fragmented evils-
The happy storm inside me is stopped by the burden of morals,
Yet to call it a burden would be to accuse my own feelings.
Complex is what runs inside me with almost an expression outside,
And what i fear is this explicit self coming alive.
But that face,and that voice-but that kindness and that joy
Which should i choose and what should i leave?
One fades and comes back and the other remains silent and frank;
Why was this suppose to happen?when the uncertain can't be certained
And why do i still think of what i should not? and fear my will of what it should be-
The tension and the conflict,can i really get away from it?
Or am i confined to be forever lonely?
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