Fear

What I fear most is
my fomo,
and it often drives me mad,
if I live just long enough
to end up grumpy, old and sad,

sad, alone
for who loves complaints
made for breakfast,
of my fomo turned to romo
and my tears
unimagined?

— William Saint George, Jan 11, 2014

About This Poem

Last Few Words: FOMO - fear of missing out ROMO - regret on missing out

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ghana, GHA

Favorite Poets: William Shakespeare, Lord Byron, John Keats, Percy Shelley, Oscar Wilde, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Henry Longfellow, William Yates, Ezra Pound, Sylvia Plath

Critiques

Barbara Writes

12 years 5 months ago

I like it

It's kinda different. The definition of fomo and romo in your last words helped me a lot. Those are new words for me. This was mentally stimulating. I have a new understanding of missing out on something.. I hate fomo literally. Because of your little, simply written, packed full of imagery poem, I now hate romo. " )' Romo don't feel good. Regretting fomo makes me beat my chest in distress. ")'
I love the imagery. The title is too ordinary, but describes the theme effectively. The rhythm, flow and pacing is smashing.

Seren

12 years 4 months ago

Dear William

I had never heard of fomo and romo but I think this is a good poem I have to say I wanted more, a little more breakfast regrets a little more fear I think there is more to be written about this but I guess that will be up to you

a short poem that provided information I always love learning new things thank you for sharing

love JC x