within

I pick up a pen to write my thoughts

The way i feel

The way it is deep down in me

The way my heart beats, the rhythm it moves to

But then i get scared, what would i find

Death or life

Can i contain what is within?

Am scared, really scared of what I’ll find

Can i control it?

Would it control me?

Would by thoughts eat me up?

Then i cloud it with flowers

A beautiful garden

With roses growing at all end

But then the grass runs dry

And the roses black

They are corrupted

I dare not conjure

I dare not raise

I dare not look within

Least i see my doom