The Four Emotions of the Body


As the body waits,
shaking to the core,
the terrible four argue some more,
which adds pain to the body.
Now at this point the body is confused.
Should cease to exist? The four would be amused.
The body has a choice but knows not what to choose.
Let the four overcome me,
it's easier to lose.
But not in the mind,
the mind always knows.
The choice you make might allow you to grow.
But choosing wrong could get you hurt,
so think twice about what you
spurt-from your mouth.
Or things could go south-for you.
And a life without you,
is something new,
that only a few know how to do.
So the body sat there and wondered:
What to do in the situation that made her encumbered.
Rise up and conquer the four that await?
Or let them come?
In a last minute beat she decided they would fear her.
No more hiding, no more waiting.
She was the key to her own victory.
So from now on there was no more misery.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem