The Letter Part 2

Dear Poetry, you're afraid and what about the fears I hear the bittersweet insecurities I taste I scent hints of everlasting darkness I hear death screaming coward but you're afraid fears that you could put a footprint on the moon before you'd even begin to impress my heart fears that I'd be suppressed with burdens before the burdens would start fears that I'd never breathe in such stale airs p.s I'm afraid you are suffocating me but I am more afraid for Chante's sake if we never inhale each other again how will she breathe? with love, Music