Anxiety,
fear,
I can't hold.
Those eyes,
beautiful;
Still,
thoughts,
frightening.
Her hands,
so soft and tender;
Still,
I cant help,
my fears.
Here comes,
the thrust,
the pain,
the blood.
God,
Why am I so scared,
still,
of injections!!
--
Jagadeesh
18/1o/2oo7
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro
8 years ago
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