My Fear - Poem by Nathan Kraft
My Fear is not the Darkness
or the Monsters it infests.
Nor is it the Bullet
Piercing through my Chest.
The Spiders Crawl Among Me
and the Snakes Among my Friends.
but to have no one to Hold Me,
no breast to Rest My Head.
I'd Wrestle the Biggest Bull,
and not so much as Sweat.
I'd Battle Cerberus to the Death!
While Looking Fondly at Hades.
but to never on to Rest upon
would Bring Me To My Knees.
I Could Fight an Unwinnable War,
and Forever Stay Optimistic.
I Could Smile Death in the Face,
and Never Falter on My Road.
but the sure-fire Way to Bury Me,
is to Forever Be Alone.
My Fear is not the Seas of Blood,
or the Pain of Certain Defeat.
I walk along Jagged Paths,
Tearing at my Feet.
But the One thing I Fear,
happens to be Staring Back at Me.
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