Afraid

We are born
into an
unknown
world.
Slowly
we learn
as we go.
Taught by
those who
came before.
Who in turn
we’re taught
By those who
came before.
Generation after
generation
passing
knowledge
forward.

Knowledge
differed
region
by region.
Belief systems
differed
region by
region.

The common
link
In all this?
The
knowledge
passed
had its
roots
in beliefs of
ancient people,
people who
we’re
gripped
by fear.
Fear of
the world they
were born into.
Fear of the
unknown
Fear of death.

Today we still
fear the
unknown.
We still fear
death.

Until we
conquer
our fears,
we can not
move forward.
If we can not
move forward,
we’ll be
devoured
by our
future.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Don’t Be Afraid Of Daddy

Dont Be Afraid Of Daddy short poem

Midnight, A cold night in November. Mama braiding my hair with her hands so tender. Hearing moans of fright in the air, she said, That’s just your daddy and he’s having nightmares again. Mama why you puttin’ up all them

Not Afraid

Not Afraid short poem

An acute feeling as if an arrow struck me – vector of time, unidirectional flow of existence became clear to me. I saw its beauty in brighter colors and stronger forms. I felt that I was born. And I knew

I’m Afraid Of Girl Friends

Im Afraid Of Girl Friends long poem

This life is not enough to understand a girl friend what a thing she is! No dictionary has enough words to say about a real girl friend whatever she is. Sometimes we think the girlfriend is just like the summer.

I’m Not Afraid Anymore

Im Not Afraid Anymore short poem

Music of the Harp and the Holy Trinity 10,000 Angels watching over me Mother Mary doing all you can for me Well I am in your deepest debt and Grateful I am for sure! In sorrow when There was no

Afraid Of Unknown

Afraid Of Unknown short poem

A patch on my shirt was growing. I could not, because I did not want to remove it. I took everything, without choosing, a flag of my territory fluttered without wind. Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips tear less