The Fear Lives In Me---

Why do I drag the boat of confusion with an oar?

hitting and going deep in the water to my core

Seeing the dullness and only fish has the secret

spilling a few drops on me after taking a deep breath

I can't taste and smell the colorless if I don't understand

dive and find is the only option I have

But the darkness I always fear is in the way

staring at me and telling the oar to stay

But I surround myself with nothing-ness

the only option I have is to sink and care-less

I left my boat and my oar to find the answer

find my other self in darkness; I swear

Looking at the glowing gate, it's not so far

but my will tells her you can't walk from that war

Pushing and dragging, but her feet are deep in the confusion

the only chance to get out, so she tries the gate to get my attention

Even If I fail, this is the opportunity for her to get out of this mess

So I will put all my concentration into giving my other self a chance; she has Yet.

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Thank you for your time.

Good night. ❤️

-- Isa