Slowly undressed feelings from the mind
Latent whispers caress my skin so kind
Ashes of trees burned before they grew
Fallen forests felled before wind blew.
Enough pressure claiming victims in its wake
Can’t decide on which path I should take
The river winds whichever way I go
I’m just bobbing in the ebb and flow.
Fear of failure causes mind stagnation
Fear entices eternal damnation
Eminent whispers sting my ears again
A fear of God turns into fear of men.
So much interest it turns around and stays
For the weak mind not a prayer though it preys
Overwhelmed I stop and put my mind to strong
Else I can’t find a place where I belong.
© Kris Blackburn 18/02/13