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Just A Fat Guy In a Red Velvet Jumpsuit with a Sack Full of Toys

What do I fear?

Mediocrity,

Not performing to the best of my ability

 

What do I fear?

Complacency

Losing my desire to fight competitively

 

I fear I am constantly choosing the wrong battle

Making a wrong left at the light

I fear I am wasting my time

What precious little of it I have tonight

 

What do I fear? Fear itself

What a romantic cliché

What gave me away?

 

What do I fear?

Being discovered

Losing my mystery

Blowing my cover

 

I fear for my unborn child, who I am already in love with

For my impending marriage, which according to statistics is practically doomed

I fear for the health of my mother, which is directly linked to my own

These unreasonable headaches, which have me entirely consumed

 

 

I strive to live haphazardly, in a state of nonchalance

Indifference is key to happiness, but responsibility is not?

 

So do we find a partner, and dance the dance

Or sit the whole thing out?

I want to believe in my fairy tale

But I’ve got Santa Claus all figured out

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Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Stavroula

thoughts provoking more thought, good poem I only have on crit and thats the length of some of your lines if you broke some of the longer ones down I believe it would give certain lines more power ...plus its more reader friendly just a suggestion btw congrates if I read the poem right kind regards Jayne-Chloe
R

RobertKnott

16 years 1 month ago

Hi.

Yes, thought provoking indeed. By all means, dance the dance! The alternative is to sit life out? Magic? ok. One day, i was returning from lunch and happened across a dead male goldfinch who had run into a window and most likely broke it's neck. a co-worker saw it and said "what are you going to do about it?" i said nothing , but decided to wait to see if nature needed to use it in its own way. the next morning i got to work early, prepared to get rid of the bird should need be. it was still there. so i buried it . two hours later, while outside at break, a female goldfinch landed on my pantleg for a brief second and looked right at me in a sort of quizzical way then flew off. never had that happen before or since. have you? does it have meaning? these are the things that inspire us to write. so.... the fact that you are doing so means you are not indifferent. please continue. R. (p.s. the suit is very thick double layer wool worn over wonderfully soft linen layers.)