Sometimes, I am afraid to put pen to paper,
To let it flutter across the pages
Too scared to allow myself to dream;
I am afraid of losing myself in these words
All because of time
How much do I have left?
I do not know
Yet, I long to do everything
A craving so strong it consumes me.
And when it is gone
I am nothing
How much time do I have left?
I do not know,
Nor do I know how much I will spend adrift
I am afraid,
So afraid,
That I will come back
And there will be nothing;
I will be nothing
But too late
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The Flood
الشعرThoughts that have been swimming around my head for too long. It's time I let them out
