This is fear.
A vine growing ever thck.
suffocating,
isolating,
god-awful fear.
It spotlights your worries
focusing the heat
of your sleepless eyes.
Then spontaniously CoMbUsTs
boiling with cacophony.
You take a walk
through gray packed snow
the cold air suspends
your organs, your thoughts.
Breat in your hope
exhale your festering disease.
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I'm not sure why i'm so afraid of everything. I need a night-light or something i suppose.
Please tell me what you think
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Hey, a night light is a simple solution maybe. There's lots to be afraid of, some rational, some irrational, I guess the key is to know which is which.
It's an effective poem, it gets to your fear and relates it for the reader. There are a couple missed letters (line one and the next to last line.) but I enjoyed reading it very much.
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Excellent!
Very visual. great word choise, and I'm so envious.
A vine growing ever thick.(wow)
Joe
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Very good.
Couple of typo's.
Anyway... Brilliantly written. Everyone is afraid of something, and you brought it right infront of the eyes. Great job Madi, love ya.
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holy crap. dude. wow.... lol. it was awesome... well.. not much to say besides dang. lol.. good write! luvs u
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Wow, Madison, this is a very powerful poem. Very well written, I'm liking the flow and meanings. Fear is something that brings out our natural instincts and yet the things we fear are merely the things we just don't know about and need not fear at all. Great write.
Josh
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