The Fear of Reading Poetry

You'll show me to be 
the fraud that I am 
or make me to feel
that living's a sham

Your sorrow or love
of beauty and pain
pushing my shove
to cloudiness lane

Bountiful passage 
through daunting night
brings me to vass'lage 
under your great height

Analysis notion
craters the eye
too big the ocean
in vastness I lie

Repetitive tracking
who do I miss
relentless sacking
of what was bliss

Borrow the dent
in worlding you made
furrowed paid rent
for failing grade