Fear Unleashed - Poem by Louis Borgo
Shouldless as the head of the hoodlesss horse men,
I sirentel and call this portfolio 'fear unleashed'
Minted and fresh like a sonnet of delay time,
I smirted and crowned it face up and blind,
It is renewed as connection to you.
Panic without a distracted, I ask what is this strange feeling,
like a rotuen apple at its core peal from inside and out backer once again,
and send to
It's the 'Scented of News'
Why do i question this cry, what sweet wine could miss this pour (poor) of a this cup,
Of this most conscience days off wedge and fital,
I ask fear to look me in the eye and tell me what do you see,
do you see love do you see hate tell me what do you see,
The hungry of the blind could tell you this snore of wounds,
The Ambition of hungry seperate the food (fool) from the hungry,
The ability to succed left to stump at choose of will,
Not stepping on steel, I seek the hungry! ! !
This vision have push me toward my fears and the light doesn't fade it merge to gray,
and it make me question my existing? ....(lost)
The lost of my love once of not knowing the color of my first born one's, stir the heat
belly that scour the core of the scent of rotten apple and cure the descended with a
Like a literally to to a clock it time to unwine, as i seek redemption blue and yellow
in the face. oh what symmetry of colors,
I cry, better yet morron in my tears to apply to the college of my choice,
will, will it self make dream appera,
Found guilty and blue I feel refresh and the hand that i have been giving. It remind
me of cards of hands
How will i finish on top or swagging for more....
Hands to a dagger and flack jacks to a sucessor,
Will inflant ego of a stranger memo left to be babling,
Maid to captivity these here days, This here blessful day! ! Is the day I apply to
college and will forever be know to me as 'Fear Unleashed'
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