F.E.A.R.
"Fear" is continually displayed
in dangerous calligraphy on my bedroom walls.
It was once on the window where condemners could read,
on my ceiling as a greeting when I woke
and last thing I saw before I spiraled to nightmares of isolation.
I stared at it etched on my door,
and I was obligated to stare it down while I fumbled for my keys.
It was written on the blinds, on my body.
on my homework, on the foreheads of friends and family,
on my tuition, my bank account, my work.
Fear is now only present when I'm alone.
Smeared across my walls in sharp,dark, cacophonous font.
With this word sky-scraper tall, I feel defeated.
in dangerous calligraphy on my bedroom walls.
It was once on the window where condemners could read,
on my ceiling as a greeting when I woke
and last thing I saw before I spiraled to nightmares of isolation.
I stared at it etched on my door,
and I was obligated to stare it down while I fumbled for my keys.
It was written on the blinds, on my body.
on my homework, on the foreheads of friends and family,
on my tuition, my bank account, my work.
Fear is now only present when I'm alone.
Smeared across my walls in sharp,dark, cacophonous font.
With this word sky-scraper tall, I feel defeated.
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