Deep fear II

Perhaps my greatest fear

is all that a heart can feel

and any love that comes too near

never seems to feel that it's real.

 

I am afraid of smile and tear,

of silence and of scream.

Being one's love, one's dear

breaks me, bursts me at the seams.

 

I seem to be scared of the very life

to which nothing I do is enough

to deal with joy, pain and strife,

so all I say sounds like a bluff.

 

I am afraid of my own shadow

and the death of this desire

for something greater than a border narrow

like a body consumed by a fire.

 

01/03/2025