Afraid

The truth is, I'm afraid of most everything. From the beautiful forests cloaking hungry beasts. Every wave of the ocean din harbors a cold dorsal fin... with my name engraved on it- The mountains-and all the hidden fissures every step a potential hellish frozen death. I'm afraid of big cities with all its bag pipe faces. Blitzing from noise to noise- a million dirty children-a half a million broken toys. I'm afraid of small towns-and all the earthy smiles. Hiding in plain sight, their filthy six fingered lies. I'm afraid of the finality of graveyards... Rows of forgotten marble splashed with pigeon droppings. I'm afraid of old age-as signs of frailty are starting to mount. I'm afraid of the lost people of the I phone occult. Blank faces shuffling along like short, circuited robots. I'm afraid of the heartless turbine called change. The lengthy lives of predators The brief flash of beauty Tristine waters turned murky. The brevity of pollinators. I'm afraid of love tossed casually aside. Like a pair of sneakers wrapped around a telephone wire. I'm afraid of that late night phone ring. that chimes, your life will never be the same. I'm afraid of the snotty ogre in the mirror-that they call a wasted life. I'm afraid there is no god. I'm afraid there is a god. I'm afraid of boxcar graffiti I'm afraid of dying but not death I'm afraid of myself..