Saturday, November 11, 2017

The Fear

Too much
Not enough
Not good enough
Too little money
Too much insecurity
Too young
Too old
Foolish hope
Hardened experience
Lingering thoughts
Seeds buried
Rotten fruits
from gnarled limbs
Cursing existence
Contributing what
No love
Alone and lonely
Too much love to give
to no one at all
Wash away
these fears
It all goes away


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