Fear is scary
Especially when there’s nothing in particular to be afraid of.
Reason with your mind all you want, but it won’t
The clock is scary.
The second hand keeps moving,
Ticking relentlessly, as the first
Proceeds ever so slightly,
So you may not notice
Which is even worse (?)
The clock doesn’t stop, but
What if time runs out? What then?
I’d like to be able to say that
I was useful. I Was Here
When Beyoncé stirred the world
Fear is cardiac;
A black taint on red,
Pumping, steadily, still there.
The fear that comes with the thought
That you may be your only saviour.
Maybe, if you keep quiet, it will go away.