i eat a seed of fear
everyday like a vitamin
of weakness ;
it brings me tears
i know the color
of it’s pill
a weakness-pale
of failure
i try to fight
but today i fear
it consumes me
and so i’m gone
it’s never fair
i have so
much to give
but the taste
of weakness remains
and if you ever love
stay away from me
i have too many fears
and i cannot remain
i am a shadow beneath
the footfalls all people who live
and walk through life
i am a tear in the crack
of the sidewalk you walk
just a face imprinted
in fear but i remember
when i was alive
it was everything
but now the seed i’ve
grown; what i’ve become
the seed of fear
:: 08-07-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 