I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?
What is it that I'm afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I'm scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad?
The person I'm expected to be? Is that what I fear? ...
I think the thing I fear most...is me
This is the best of your poems i've read so far.... There are times in life when we fear the unknown fear, and this poem has done a great job in citing those feelings!
Wonderful. I know that I've gone through a time where I questioned myself and sometimes I still do. This poem spoke to me and I believe you will be a poet many remember for a long time to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shaikh, Love your poem. So true about so many of us. Conqure that fear and we can moove on.