It was the year of fear, and I lost my way
What can I say? My ego got in the way.
I was the bass drop junkie, swept up by the chunky
Hair does and strange guys, I let myself get wrapped up inside.
It was the year of impression
And of wanting the attention
What was I inventing
Inside those tangled white lies?
I was the shiny-eyed smoker
Drink spilling joker
Poppin pills and keepin up
But then it all just got fucked up
I was in too deep
In the year of false repeats
Splattered images of deceit
DJs spinning on repeat
Falling down a deep, dark hole
Of self destruct and no control
Spinning round and round to Britney
Single Ladies wasn't by Whitney
Too afraid to admit I was wrong
Too afraid to sing the right song
Sucking down on home made bongs
Hurting people who'd known me long
False pretence and lack of sense
Buying drugs with my last two cents
Killed my soul too soon to grow
Rebirthed inward just to show
It was the year of fear and there I stood
How did I think this would end up good?
Callous jokes and candid hopes
Inside my mind spiralled shapes and ropes
Sending myself backwards in so many ways
It was the year of fear, counting down my days
But here I stand in the year of hope
I never thought I'd be able to cope
Never thought the light would shine
Now I believe it's truly my time
That's the way life goes sometimes
Around each corner something new to find
So even though that was the year of fear
Without that darkness, I wouldn't be here.
About the Creator
Celious Blanc
a poet since birth
running in the wind
head in the stars
soul in my eyes
a contradiction of emotion
an abstract perception
an involuntary whisper
a shadow in the light.
@celiousblanc
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