John Lentini

Fear

 

Be this o tortured mind of mine

On eve of challenge before my time

Wasted time around so churn

Circling down thine thoughts doth burn

Multiple images cloud mine mind

Words and terror pull me behind.

Free me of this burden I cry

Why to me this night on high?

Self-inflict doth I this burden

All my life thus hath been

Me my master so one thinketh

Yet I so thinketh myself to disaster

Lay mine traps and bury them such

Records kept so detailed

Compulsion be mine guide

Then faleth I to mine own trap

O joy . . . . prediction

Created it so did I

Hid it so did I

Found it so did I

Succumbed to it so did I

Oh rapture . . .

Oh no

Why me?

Not again.

Victim of circumstances always be me

Yet createth I my very demise

So precious be thy downfall

How hateth I surprises

How doth predictability be my beacon

Leteth I decide the time

                   the way

                   the pain

                   the humiliation

Impose upon me thou shalt not!

Yet I knoweth

That I createth

And createth on doth I

Why doth I hurt I?

Wish I hurt?

Hurt I choose?

Strange be thine own creations

Fear not thine enemy

 

For he is thee!

Why not createth not?

Let thine marvels be!

Be what be

Simplicity

Change not

Just createth not

Behold thine traps doth vanish

Before thee stands nothing

Space

Being

Fear not what is not

The clutter is gone!

Off be thine master

Stand thee on the throne now

At one

At peace

Now becometh

Innate be this

Learned it cannot

How basic

It was here all the time.