Fear in a box | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

What does tomorrow hold
What are the stories untold
Why is it i overthink
As often as spitting in a sink
My heart beats fast
Sometimes not at all
Alone with this pain
Alone with all these scenarios in my brain
What is this emotion i feel
Why wont it ever heal
Its fear , fear in a box
Fear of the unknown
Fear of clocks
Ticking about
Times up
But its all in my head
The box i hate
But the box in which fear is bred
I could get help but its too late
Every thred just leads to my box
His name is brain and he hates clocks
Time is the worst fear
In my box

#Fear in a box