In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”
Fear holding me in it’s cold embrace.
Finally wiping that smile from my face.
Fists left open, resting against my hips.
Fidgeting, quivering the moves of my lips.
Faceless demons come visit at night.
Forcing them down takes all of my might.
Fate for my future sometimes out of my hands.
Facing a life whose time is measured by sand.
Faith in a Deity long gone from my mind.
Fruitless whispers, Why won’t you be kind?
Forgotten by some as if I’ve already left.
Feeling dead already, “don’t worry” the words of my very last breath.
I dislike writing poetry, but today’s challenge was going to center around a theme. Originally I was going to go with the infamous “F-bomb” to start every line, no matter what style I had chosen. It felt empty since I wasn’t able to conjure the emotion to go with it. Later on I need to post the Writing 101 prompt about fear, which is probably what helped trigger this little piece of word play. Maybe that will get it out in the open for me to deal with.