Sometimes I fear,
To write down that which I feel.
I fear to show,
the world my fear,
for the world may then be a feared,
of me.
To think less of me,
for being just that,
Me.
I fear to write how I feel,
My feelings too rich
too much,
for some to take,
may lead to hate.
So instead, I bake a cake
and hide them all inside,
my head,
but they be not dead,
one day they shall explode,
implode
leaving me one hefty load,
of shit to deal,
oh what to feel
is this real.
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Dreadibek R. J. Dunning
I am a published poet and aspiring novelist from Yorkshire UK. I have three books out available on amazon. I am a vegan activist and am currently working on a new book inspired by my work with the save movement. Writing a fantasy series atm
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