I Fear
I fear nothing more in this world than myself,
I fear my urges, my yearning, my desire;
my inability to put things away on the shelf,
my natural rage at what raises my ire.
The world can burden me, can put me down,
the world can bet on a loss for me;
it can make me flounder, make me drown,
it can make me beg, make me plea.
It can even make me give ground a mite,
it can even make me want to quit;
sometimes sway me to hold back my fight,
sometimes sway me to momentarily submit.
I fear what that can do to one,
I fear two possible endings to that;
the thought that someday they might have won,
the thought that my acquiescence suffering begat.
So too the idea many have had, and said,
so too the idea I might in another way succumb;
to the threats unsaid, the unspeakable in my head,
to the drives I nigh daily overcome.
The world can do much, and will one day have me,
the world can't know, though, which me is in store;
I don't want either fear, either future to come to be,
I don't want to see that slave, to wage that war.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2016
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