The Muncruters

Most of us have fears. There are many kinds of fears. Here are two of them. The first one is so… me! I embrace fear,  doubt, insecurity and uncertainty, all of them at once. Yet, I still want to flow although I know they’re all flowing with me too. All in one package. I don’t know whether that makes me stupid (flowing with those fears, doubts, insecurity and uncertainty), coward, or brave Anyway, the second poem is dedicated to someone. You may guess to whom the second fears belongs to, but I doubt that you know who that person is, hehe..

Fear, Doubt, Insecurity, Uncertainty

http://www.poetseers.org/the_poetseers/sri_chinmoy/library/the_wings_of_light/part_1/fear-doubt-insecurity-uncertainty/view

Dark fear invades my body.
Wild doubt fills my mind.

Feeble insecurity empties my heart.
Eyeless uncertainty veils my soul.

Yet my life-river cheerfully
Wants to flow
Into the stream of the Will-Supreme.

http://www.thoughts.com/skull_iris/blog/fear-poem-20058/

Fear

Fear comes along in many ways, shapes, and forms.
But for some more than others, it can be a more treacherous storm.
Some people can hold it in and hide it,
This burden for which they cannot be acquitted.
They show once side of their face to the world,
But keep the shattered one inside and disguise it from the imaginary dream-world.

Tick
As the time on my clock slowly crawls by
Tick
I sit around and wonder why
Tick
Why this pain had to grow to become so alive
Tick
In this small and broken heart of mine
Tick

The fearful fingers of failure and defeat creep their way into my head,
To try and scare me into thinking I’m better off dead.
To be a disappointment and not perfect for someone?

I would rather grab the golden gun.
The terror of being alone and lonesome,
Makes tear-stained roses leave behind the songs they once sung.

The silence that comes from within the dark and seamless solitude,
The anxiety and panic scars will forever be tattooed.
But what I think I’m afraid of most,
Are the dancing rays of happiness,
For they haunt me like a ghost,
Because my inner self is a complete and utter mess.
But, the mind prison in which I hide myself in,
Is the place where all my fears seem to begin.