fearing fear
it morphs
into pain
fearing pain
it morphs
into anger
forgetting compassion
until there is nothing left
but rage
and this I fear
more than all the rest
(D James)
fearing fear
it morphs
into pain
fearing pain
it morphs
into anger
forgetting compassion
until there is nothing left
but rage
and this I fear
more than all the rest
(D James)
lost under a sea
of unfocused thoughts
mind-numbing wandering
through disconnected
days of fear and self-loathing
wondering
where it went wrong
where I went wrong
feeling out of place
out of time
out of my mind
like a character
in an unfinished
Beckett play
waiting for something
like life
to begin
unable to go on
with no choice
but to go on
immobile
immovable
immature
with all the courage
of a well-fed
old house cat
wanting to know
how it all ends
when I should be thinking
where to beginĀ
(D James)