I am scared
Scared of a future I can not foresee
Scared of what may come to be
Scared of paths yet unexplored
Scared of what from them may pour
Scared of tales yet to be written
Scared of how I may be bitten
Scared of the consequences of today's deeds
Scared of you and scared of me
Scared of what I may become
Scared of where those changes come from
I fear the morrow
I fear today
I fear for sorrow
I fear for nay
I fear
I cry
I rage
I laugh
At all that now may come to pass
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Ramblings Of The Delirious
PoetryA selection of generally pessimistic poems. WARNING: Some of this material may be triggering for those affected by depression, self-harm, or violence.
