Afraid
I am afraid,
Afraid to write,
Of what will come,
The premonitions of these words,
Afraid of my thoughts,
Afraid of my words,
Afraid of my feelings,
The future seems so close,
Yet so far away
I am afraid of what goes through my head,
Who do I trust?
What do I believe?
I see so much and feel so little,
I feel numb without my words,
but they just won't come,
Hurt and anguish are what I see,
That's why I am afraid,
Afraid of what the words will say,
Of what they will predict to come.
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