Life lends itself to fear:

We fear the future, knowing how violent our world is,

Who knows where I may stand tomorrow?

We fear for our success,

If not for success who will want me?

We fear our fellow man, not knowing what lies behind his smile,

I grip the lighter in my pocket for lack of a hand to hold.

We fear the the dark and the unknown at dusk,

If you fear the wolves, stay out of the forest.



I write prose, not poetry, so bear with me if you can ;)


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