I wrote this poem a while ago and as you may guess its about fear. Fears, really not just one flavor of fear, I’m re-posting thus for a dear friend, so don’t worry I’ll be fast asleep by the time anyone reads this, thus I have been up since yesterday with only 3-4 hrs if sleep.
As the the echoes and daydreams of
my life quickly fade away I’m left with one phrase, incurable. It stays long on my tongue, tastes of sulfur and hate, sadness and fear. My head explodes with panic as I face a very long dark hallway lined with uncertainty and question. This disease robs me of my body and mind a small bit everyday slowly chipping away at who I was as it destroys who I am and want to be. With every breath I fight with pills an prose
With science and prayer yet its tendrils are deep inside my brain sucking the very movement and memory from my soul. Do I ever rest can I sleep for just one day, one small moment of peace, so close to surrender, so far from the light….
Fear not the things you can’t change, but the things you can, but don’t.