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Fear- Release Me

Updated on July 15, 2016

Fear-Release Me

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

I wander the street to free my thoughts,

hunched up and cowardly they be

and unwilling to find light.

I think my steps may dislodge them,

allow them passage to consciousness.

But the troubles I feel repress them,

hold them at bay,

keep them in fear of illumination.

Over this I have no will,

my true thoughts escape me,

leave me wallowing in confusion.

I sit down on a bench,

watching the evening traffic,

an endless stream of day’s closure.

The mindless fray of living,

numbed by the routine of travel.

What thoughts I hide within me,

lost to the proclivity of pretence,

deluded ignorance, chosen.

Now, I try to dislodge the fear,

the hidden, skulking, refusal.

Without release they will keep me.

Troubles linger like vultures,

resting in the knowledge,

that without my truth to freedom,

I shall remain in this purgatory,

this irresolute disconcertion.

Truth I must face to dispel this pariah,

to relinquish the darkness of trouble,

and to find peace.

I take a deep breath swallow my pride

and open the door.

Black eyes pierce me, anger pours out,

and I am faced with myself,

me, the creator of darkness.

The truth explodes in my face

and I once again see my folly, my weakness.

I just wish it didn’t hurt so much.

But I have no-one else to blame.

I should listen to my heart more often.

Its truth is from my core.


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    • Tony DeLorger profile image

      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks RB. Yes the pics are bit disconcerting, affective though.

    • Randy Behavior profile image

      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Those pictures freaked me out a bit.

      Great vocabulary and images Tony. There is a sort of deja vous to this... guess I've thought these thoughts before.