Fearful
8:19 PM
How does one conclude that fear has been the hue
Coloring the greater portion of a life.
Who would vouch such secrets to the cordial ear?
Such divulge is fear itself.
What is it to live one's life in fears, both great and small?
It is a portion for cowards some may say.
And who is a coward and would say so, lest they be discovered.
And is a terrified man a coward altogether, or is he wrongly accused?
And what is terror compared to fear - the bullet or the knife;
The one is fearful, the other terrifying.
Who cares for the words?
It is the belief of a heart haunted by them that gives them life.
And who can acquit such a heart that is torn between words,
When there are no wars to run to, and necessity of courage?
And so the heart waits.
Will it flee?
Will it stay?
When the door flies open, and the fear, at last, is faced.
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