Fear



Oh dear fear,
Why so near?
So awful shy,
Mouth awry, dry.


Ask for a date,
Inept or too late?
Maybe brains slow,
Though lost anyhow.


Ask for a walk,
Possible nice talk?
Or catching eyes,
While time flies?


Mindcrawling fearsome "No",
Thoughts keeping on the go.
That cacophonized bale -
Phantasies going pale.


Angst wicked colored,
Manfold thoughts adored.
Lucky relationship longing for,
But its fruit became sour.


Sullen struggle to confess,
Fighting hopelessness.
Ubiquitous deep despair,
Whatsoever, it's not fair.


Catching breath slowly,
Clearing notions lowly.
Losing leitmotif soon,
A "Yes" would be a boon.


Just wanting a nice day,
Warm and sunny to stay.
Only an interesting chat,
Still awaiting fate's sap.


Asking her surely ain't easy,
Dazzled by solitude, sheer dizzy.
How to accomplish that goal,
For me, being an ample fool?


(c) Michael Twarkowsky - 26th June 2009, Bornheim, Germany