fear

this fear that haunts me,

it magnifies itself each day,

sends me a mockery each time i try,

i feel threatened by it,

as it has no essence of courtesy,

it comes when it likes,

as if it owns my soul,

but i readily allow it with no refrain,

because i am weak and with a fragile heart,

with a broken spirit it feeds on me,

sucking my will out of my veins of vision,

i am no more but a pale body of cowardice,

my retreat is to submit to it,

no courage equals to no strenght,

fear knows best and it uses it to full capacity,

my own fear is the wall i cant break,

the wall i cant climb up

the wall i cant get through,

my own fear is an illusion.

an illusion of failure and rejection,

my own fear is my downfall.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.