Not that I defy it, <br />I am what I am <br />I don't pretend to be what I am not <br />Yet the urge persist. <br />Not that I hesitate <br />Nor am I reluctant <br />But the things in my mind <br />Don't let me forget <br />Things best be forgotten. <br /> <br />My mind is more confuse <br />Than anyone can guess <br />Transecting me to a world of puzzles <br />Confuse devouring me at every steps <br />Losing my way in a world <br />I can never come out from. <br /> <br />I am sure am not alone <br />Yet my heart erratically beats <br />Each passing moments <br />Waiting for the time <br />When I am wash away <br />In an ocean of anguish. <br /> <br />Why is it we fear the past? <br />The future that beholds our aims and ambitions, <br />Hopes and aspirations; <br />A future that might become void <br />Just as quickly as lightening stuck <br />When the past comes face to face <br />Nothing but the truth stares our face, <br />Our much effort to escape turns vain <br />Our gasping breath strangle us <br />To a painful memory <br />More painful than death <br />Death a welcome guest <br />Almost a pleasant antidote.<br /><br />Syeda Sheema<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unbreakable-fear/
