On Fear
Darkness approaching and foot steps near,
I turn around with mounting fear.
Darkness descending, as sure as doom
A scream catches within, a moment too soon.
‘Tis but me.
The scream.
‘Tis but me.
All I see.
‘Tis but me.
Chained, unfree.
‘Tis but me
Unknowing purity.
The shadows loom at dusk, with light’s descent.
I remember the words I spoke with passion, regret.
Fear, I turn to face you, choked on myself.
Fear – you out run me – it is here I must delve.
I turn, in forged fear –
Tis me.
I see.
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