Afraid of the end,
I tremble in fear.
Afraid to meet with them,
I scream for all to hear.
Why?
A voice whispered in my ear.
Do you even try?
The end will always be near.
Listen, I do not.
Trapped in a box remains my fears.
Threatening to escape,
I buried my tears.
I reached for calmness
Only to hear
The voice in my head
Asking, "Why, my dear?"
