Coward

Coward is the soul of mine.
Afraid is the heart in my chest.
Serious is my demeanor.
Solemn is my look.
While dismayed is my through and through.

Have I ever cared for adventure,
Or a path, wilder-
Have I ever lived for the surges
And ecstasy,
I would’ve exploded
Into shrouded pieces.
My fear would’ve devoured
The sole world in my head.