Thou Fear of Uncertainty

You came, Tears of outraged vanity blurred my vision, I couldn’t stand your violent and mendacious tongue, The accelerated beat of my thoughts intensified Offering me an artificial and delusive smile of languor. Today, the babble of brooks have grown audible, Regrets now whizzed on with cumulative fury, Murdering the deepest wants and aspirations of my soul. I have always wished to kill you, But the echo of your wrathful roar surged and boomed among the hills. Like a child, Buried in the inaccessible solitude of the sky, With many harmful traditional practices, I fought and cried, But I will fight you for the last time before I die Thou fear of uncertainty!