I’m afraid
Of life
Of what
Could be
Of what
Should be
Of what
Has been
Things change
People suffer
I’ve made mistakes
Like nobody could muster
I’m afraid
Of memories
Memories that
Challenge our very existence
The very sanity
That we try so hard to control
The very power
Consumes our integrity
I refuse to be another person
Who dies because of integrities gone wrong?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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