My fears
What does my spirit perceive?
Does it see the danger coming?
The danger that rooted some of us to an unknown destination?

What has the dilemma caused me?
To scatter the society?
Or to tear the leaders apart?

Should I let my spright sway in anguish?
While the leaders merry day and night
My spirit seems to want to rest
But the night has cursed me

What more do I want?
To mellow swiftly?
Or to slabber in pains?

Oh!!! How I yearn to tackle my pains
And save myself more questions
The questions that has belittled me
In grief and sorrows

Written by Lorita

Your fears hear you when you argue you are not,
It grants you the sentence you are nuts.

Well done.