I Fear…

It’s not snakes or hour-glass spiders,

Angry dogs with snarling fangs,

No, not reckless breakneck speed

Or deadly drops from desperate heights.

 

Not the threat of godless cons who

Battle brave behind a gun

Conscience bare of any shred of

Civilized humanity.

 

Not wind or water, hail or blizzard,

Nor any form of nature’s force,

Though nature is a frightening bitch

To be respected, if not feared.

 

Not the sound of cannon fire

That rings a distant knell of death, or

Storming troops in battered streets

Killing anything that moves.

 

Rising up in silence on a morning

Fresh with golden sun,

The thing that I fear most of all:

Waking without you.

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