The Unknown
The fear that grips your heart
Sets it racing so fast
And you clutch to the hope
That nothings going to happen
A call not answered, a door not opened
The unspoken, the unsaid terrifies me
As I firmly tell myself to not much use
Don't panic, you're just paranoid
And yet in the corner of my mind
My thoughts whirl and churn
No one assumes the worst
But it still happens
No one predicts disaster
But it happens, more often than not
The only thing that stops me
From living in this constant fear
Is that treacherous being hope
Highly illusory yet intoxicating
It is the only medication
For this paranoia.
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