-Fear-
I have fears
Even on the brightest
Of spring days.
Not the
"Monster under the bed"
Fears.
Or the
"Nuclear explosion"
Kind either.
Mine are the fears of poetry.
Darkness swallowing you whole.
Heartbreak suffocating you.
The real fears.
The ones you all have too.
The fearful fears.
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