Fear Way out Taking a Loss

Fear I hear it calling my name, I shiver to mere thought of it's presense, it whispers calling my name continuously bringing this pain, I feel lost, I fell weak thinking only about what I seek, I begin to weep try to be discreet, not wanting to realize that i'm facing defeat, composure complete, I feel dirty, not neat and then the whispers come back in a fleet calling my name, I hear it, I quiver as I begin to get near it, one life to live so why do I fear it? Written November 21st, 1999 © on Jul 01 2000 07:44 AM PST   0 • 1