Fear
To have a heart is to have a weakness,
And to have a weakness
Means
You have a fear,
To have a fear is to be vulnerable.
Don’t let it break.
Death is my weakness.
Once you are dead there is no fear.
The biggest fear has already appeared,
Death,
The end of us all.
It is near, you just haven’t realized it yet.
Life is short don’t waste it.
Death comes to those who wait,
What are you waiting for?
I am waiting for my fear to disappear.
I am waiting for death.
Aren’t we all?
Copyright © Nicholas Reeves | Year Posted 2009
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