Unknown
morbidity and fear,
of the "unknown",
rooted in me from birth,
i waited and waited,
for the"unknown"to happen,
that it did on several occasions,
i had in the aftermath known the "unknown",
yet knew it was still as much"unknown",
as it had been at the birth,
the more the gut wrenching I did,
on each facing I had with it,
the more I knew that ,
it had turned"unknown",
probably I would have been freer,
but ,you know, in this miasma,
death came along.
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