The Greatest Fear



On a never ending highway

In a never ending pause

Pondering for it like a maniac

The answer was unclear.


I sat uneasy in my seat

Unaware of my surroundings

Only plotting something

That was never to come.


I sat there with inquisition

Of what I what I was thinking

And what I wasn’t doing

Perhaps the fear consumed me.


As I looked out my window

And looked up above

I realized

That I am another fool that has fallen in love.

Guide that inspired this poem: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741