Fear
By isaleau

I fear so much these days:
I fear the presence and reminder of my shadow.

I fear recurring thoughts of a past gone.

I fear my own sight, 
For my sickly skin
Likens me unto a ghostly apparition,
More fantasy than substance.

I fear my words for they are weapons,
They are truths,
Which can cut through the thick skin,
Of my protective cocoon of self delusion and lies.

I fear for you the truth of what I feel.
For my lost words,
Once found,
Can cut through the barricades of what we are,
And leave us naked to one another.
The awkwardness of knowing 
Like an impenetrable barrier,
Clear but un passable.

I fear myself,
For fear of losing what time we have.

For the truth,
No matter how many layers
Of lies you use,
Always finds a way out.

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