The ghost of fear,
fear of the future.
He is like his wicked twin,
who is always near.
At home, at work,
on the road, in the car,
in the canteen, on the train,
in the theater, the bazaar.
He haunts him with no cease,
as a demon from hell.
He licks his ears with his slimy tongue,
warning words he does tell.
“You have lost, hopelessly failed,
left behind in the race of life.
Cry you worthless ape,
you are beaten to the ground in this strife.”
Caresses his thighs, his chest, his neck,
seducing him, to his death.
Never leaves him, frustrates him,
reducing to melancholy, his every breath.
So one night as in his bedroom,
in front of this dark ghost he sat.
He finally felt convinced of his failure,
completely depressed, he decided enough was had.
Got up to his feet, opened the window,
with the thought to end it, he climbed.
The ghost abetted, ‘Go on, go on’,
as with the sense of success, he smiled.
On the window, in the cold night wind,
He breathed his last breaths, prepared to fall.
He cried with shame, as he looked down,
before he jumped the height, 12 stories tall.
“Come on you coward, take the leap”,
with compelling force, the ghost cried.
Winds grew stronger, city lights glimmered,
as he stood on the window, mortified.
“Death, what if it takes me?
it will end my problems for sure.
But my one life will go to waste,
no matter how bad it is, I will not get any more.
God made me, as what he did,
his fault, his imperfection, his wish, his gift.
I will talk to him, when I get to him,
but right now I am alive and am going to make most of it!!”
He turned around, decided not to jump,
“Am not going to do this”, he said.
“You weakling!! You cant be brave enough”
the ghost shouted, his face turning red.
The ghost ran to him, to push him off,
but he got aside, pushed him instead.
The ghost fell out of the window,
fell off 12 stories to his own death.
“Don’t you dare, reappear,
in my life, you son of a b****.
You ghost of fear, of failure,
you bloody infectious itch.
I am what I am
And I am going to make the most of it.
My qualities, positives, talent and dreams,
I will live with all I have, make the most of every bit.”
fear of the future.
He is like his wicked twin,
who is always near.
At home, at work,
on the road, in the car,
in the canteen, on the train,
in the theater, the bazaar.
He haunts him with no cease,
as a demon from hell.
He licks his ears with his slimy tongue,
warning words he does tell.
“You have lost, hopelessly failed,
left behind in the race of life.
Cry you worthless ape,
you are beaten to the ground in this strife.”
Caresses his thighs, his chest, his neck,
seducing him, to his death.
Never leaves him, frustrates him,
reducing to melancholy, his every breath.
So one night as in his bedroom,
in front of this dark ghost he sat.
He finally felt convinced of his failure,
completely depressed, he decided enough was had.
Got up to his feet, opened the window,
with the thought to end it, he climbed.
The ghost abetted, ‘Go on, go on’,
as with the sense of success, he smiled.
On the window, in the cold night wind,
He breathed his last breaths, prepared to fall.
He cried with shame, as he looked down,
before he jumped the height, 12 stories tall.
“Come on you coward, take the leap”,
with compelling force, the ghost cried.
Winds grew stronger, city lights glimmered,
as he stood on the window, mortified.
“Death, what if it takes me?
it will end my problems for sure.
But my one life will go to waste,
no matter how bad it is, I will not get any more.
God made me, as what he did,
his fault, his imperfection, his wish, his gift.
I will talk to him, when I get to him,
but right now I am alive and am going to make most of it!!”
He turned around, decided not to jump,
“Am not going to do this”, he said.
“You weakling!! You cant be brave enough”
the ghost shouted, his face turning red.
The ghost ran to him, to push him off,
but he got aside, pushed him instead.
The ghost fell out of the window,
fell off 12 stories to his own death.
“Don’t you dare, reappear,
in my life, you son of a b****.
You ghost of fear, of failure,
you bloody infectious itch.
I am what I am
And I am going to make the most of it.
My qualities, positives, talent and dreams,
I will live with all I have, make the most of every bit.”
:) it was nice. I liked it. especially the ending. very real too.
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