Afraid...

Afraid...

A Poem by Bailie Germs
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How anxiety makes me feel.

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I'm afraid of this life
I'm afraid of the dark
and hidden remarks.
I'm afraid of sidewalks
and the steps beyond. 
I'm afriad of the unknown. 
And I'm afraid of coming home.
I'm afraid of being loved. 
I'm afraid of death 
and being left. 
I'm afraid of living
for it is just 
One big
Regret.

© 2013 Bailie Germs


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Such a strong emotion to try to harness in a poem! I like some of the images and words you chose, but I think your emotion would be better translated by maybe breaking up your thoughts or phrases across lines, like putting half of a thought on one line, putting the end half of that thought on the next line, put a comma or period, and then the first half of the next thought -- this will make it feel more jumpy and tense, like fear. Nice job.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Bailie Germs

10 Years Ago

Awesome! Thanks! I'll definitely take your advice in stride!



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Such a strong emotion to try to harness in a poem! I like some of the images and words you chose, but I think your emotion would be better translated by maybe breaking up your thoughts or phrases across lines, like putting half of a thought on one line, putting the end half of that thought on the next line, put a comma or period, and then the first half of the next thought -- this will make it feel more jumpy and tense, like fear. Nice job.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bailie Germs

10 Years Ago

Awesome! Thanks! I'll definitely take your advice in stride!

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Added on November 11, 2013
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Tags: anxiety, afraid, alone, scared, frightened

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Bailie Germs
Bailie Germs

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada



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