October 30, 2012

The Revelation

I am almost there,
And the fear drives me

Sullen procrastination
Fills my days;
Idiosyncracies abound,
And the anxiety swells--
Colors it all red,
With a little bit of gold
In between.

I like the gold,
The subtle beams of optimism
That billow through the fog-heavy sky--
Intuitively, I seek all that frightens
And intrigues me.

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