FEAR BECOMES MY RIVER

FEAR becomes my river
it flows into me
as the tides pull
my spirit away;
it is mine forevermore,
and i’ll never let it go

i kissed the mask
of a familiar thought
that worships hearts
all the hope so heaven-high,
like me, so unfulfilled in you.

and i say, “i am the river
of gold where hopes and fear die–
and you reach out your slender hand
but i cannot slay your demons
so they remain just for you to kill

and what i am is not what you wish
and what you need is a sweet friend
who can never go away in the end
i am the white knuckled one
who has lost everything — there’s
no more for me to give

a voice by bamboo stilts, and stains
by time, as small people, without
dislike or suspicion

and everyone i know is a ghost
i gave my heart to the dead
her name, Emily E. Dickinson
how can i ever let her down
since she knows more
across the other-side

:: 07-25-2015 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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