Fears
What do I have left to fear?
My fears are not my own,
for you have become all my nightmares
you; who was once all I'd ever known.
You became the living embodiment, of all my worst nightmares
you too became all the things I'd never wish come true
the poison of man's greatest gift,
so what do I feel when it's in you?
For you are my every fear
when you walk out the door
and your last words hang in the air
"you were nothing to me but a whore."
Where'd you do, will you come home?
Tell me, what do I have left to fear
when they've all come true
because you are no longer here.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2009
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