Fears
I’m afraid I’m running out of time.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to get this poem to rhyme
So many unspoken fears,
I know no one really wants to hear.
You think I’m strong?
well you got this all wrong.
I’m not afraid of the Grim Reaper,
on the contrary my fears go even deeper.
One minute you’re having fun,
the next minute you’re at the wrong end of a gun.
I’m afraid the fun will come to an end.
I’m trying to pretend.
this fake smile is exhausting.
going insane.
Ink is my only truth.
If death is your friend,
then maybe it’ll be a little less painful.
If death is your friend
is there really an end?
the ghost of stairs,
might be the only one who cares.
I’m friends with death,
it’s the unknown that scares me.
what’s happening, why don’t I have control.
if God really loves everyone
why does it feel like we’re
fighting a losing battle.
I was right I couldn’t keep this in rhyme
I’d rather vent I’m having a terrible time.
