These Fears
The worries haunt my mind with rot.
Is it true or is it not.
I know it's true, but still I feel.
That something wrong will come and steal.
All these things I know are real.
Ho wdo I pass this wicked cast?
Of being lonley to the last.
How soon will I finally smash?
These daunting fears that fill my glass.
I must overcome these rotten smears.
Against myself that only bring bitter tears.
I know what's right but still fear.
That all is lost because I'm weired.
I hope and pray that this day.
That these beasts I'll finally slay.
I have to soon or I'll be doomed.
To wither here in wretched gloom.
poem by Michael McParland
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