Wild Man Poem by Arjun Sheokand

The page is white
it is clear
how can i write
on it without fear.

my hand is shaking
my fingers are getting cold.

why am i so afraid
i have nothing to fear about.

then why i feeling
so alone
so feared.

i should not be felt like this
i climb on rocks without fear
i swim in most unstable river
YEAH! i am a wild man.

then why i letting myself to feared
against nothing.

This is ugly
This is bad
It won't happen again.

I am a wild man.