On Fear

It’s cold and it’s empty

and everything is dark

hiding underneath the heaviness

of all of my future hurts

and everything I’ve done

comes back to hit me in shades of red

I’m vomiting up

all of my empty pain

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5 responses to “On Fear

  1. vomiting up pain sounds horrific

    dysfunctional
    <a

  2. It’s hard to ‘like’ a post like this one, but I still think that, even though the subject is very painful, your ability to put that fear into words is a wonderful thing.

    I’ve felt this. You hit the nail on the head.

    My entry: http://halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com/2012/04/08/smudge/

  3. ‘hiding underneath the heaviness’; a very astute observation on fear

  4. Good vomit makes the person feel better. Necessary at times. A deep and sober write.

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