My Fears Breathe
That which I greatly feared now stands before me,
The mere conjuring of my mind transformed into reality.
Allies of death, attuned to my weaknesses,
Their creativity thrives in my nervous, artistic distress.
I close my eyes momentarily, a cold chill creeps in,
Echoes of fire and unknown fears, terror within.
Opening my eyes, braced for harsh actuality,
Yet, they were never shut—an unwelcome duality.
Deaths and misfortunes, spawned by my fears,
The blame lays on one, alone in arrears.
What if these nightmares become my reality,
Exposed to the world, my pains and frailty?
Will my family vanish, as my visions trace?
Friends departing for another's grace,
Awakening to find myself in an unfamiliar space.
As teeth chatter in fear’s embrace, all these I contemplate
Oh, the cause of my anxiety roams free,
Guided by a spiritual force.
Breathing in life with a crooked smile,
Or is this merely the fear that my fears are alive?
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