When did I learn fear?
Was it when I first fell off my bike and scraped my knee? Or was it the first time I was in a…
#procrastination Poem
By Oakley Roberts
I open my wound
And pour it on to paper
white with fear, I write.
So desperately,
to fear.
That evolutionary nub
of ego stuff.
Corruptor of intentions
and thwarter of truths.