What Fear May Come
Within the dark recesses of my mind,
it’s not the normal phobias you find.
Creeping, crawling spiders of every size
venomous slithering snakes are no surprise.
Things that go bump in the night fill not with fright.
Falling through the air, I delight in flight.
Creepy, nasty, black-toothed clowns all around;
my laughter wipes away their frowns with nary a sound.
Crowded market places never make my heart race.
The specter of death’s sadistic grin fits this space.
No…none of these fears scurry round my head.
Not one of these phobias fills me with dread.
The simple truth is only one thing terrorizes me.
There’s only one thing I never want to see:
My own failure to be all that I can be;
letting you down, betraying your love, in time of need,
as I fade away, drifting into eternity’s obscurity.
© October 23, 2010 CRF