Thursday, July 30, 2009

On Fear

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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