There’s a white creep,
A snake crawls,
Making it look like a
Striped black and white wall.
The abstinence of the snake,
Makes me want to think,
How can that be,
How can he not bite you,
He has a right to,
Cause your life is his now,
He is at his best,
He has occupied the dark place known as heart,
In your chest.
Your solely responsible for your mess,
You fail,
You lose,
If only you could have made an attempt,
To clean you heart,
Now that’s a case apart.
You live in fear,
You live in vain,
Everyday.
Thinking, confused,
Of what to do or not to.
If you could just let it go,
Try and get back to yourself,
Throw out the feared snake in you,
Or you’ll handicap yourself,
Emotionally,
You don’t have too.
It’s your call!
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