by Dennis Tessier

Created on: October 26, 2008

Fear

I often sit looking out my window
A bleak look upon my face
The world outside my window
Nothing more than a disguise for the human race

Fears keep me hidden
They wrap me in my doubt
The view is nothing more
Then a place for me to sit and pout

I have been here for quite sometime now
Can't really remember the years
It seems I have forgotten
The reasons for my tears

No bars to hold me in
No jailer to lock the door.
Like the constant drip of morphine
Fear leaves me wanting more

Fear is not the world
I would have chosen for myself
Although it's not that comfortable
I rarely put it on the shelf

Kind of like an old sweatshirt
That should have been thrown out long ago.
I put it on and wear it
Never caring what I know

So I sit here at my window
Sitting here in a daze
The world outside my window
Is nothing more than a human maze

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