VOICES FROM WITHIN;THE FRIGHT OF FLIGHT

i have a dream,
but with it comes a fear,
of enjoying so much the fantacy,
and yet watch it slip away,

i have so great a desire,
but along comes this fear,
that what i crave so dear,
may be too wrong or right,

i wish so much for life,
to live each day a new birth,
but the wrenching fear of death,
comes with each passing time,

i sincerely seek all truth,
with all its certainty and depth,
but its doubt of a wed,
leaves me more bereft,

i long so much to be free,
to tear down the walls and flee,
but exposed to the danger without,
I'd be easy prey for a hunt,

i earnestly wish to feel love,
openly willingly to give my all,
but for love's darkest colour,
the pain of losing all,

for when it is placed on a platter,
i know not that which i fear,
loving someone who does not love back,
or letting the one you love slip away,

so deep down rests a fear,
that i can but ignore,
in there like a snare,
that i cannot overcome,

if only i were in control,
when mere wishes were horses,
I'll overcome by rival forces,
this fear of the unknown,

Author: Chibuzor F. Ogamba