This Inspirational Fear.

The inspiration escapes me today.

Between me fathoming my thoughts,

And what I could dream of,

And what I could think of,

The effort escapes me.

And I do not feel the purpose.

Perhaps I could express a lingering fear,

As I sit here and describe my thoughtlessness.

Because this fear is always a thought.

Always present in reminding me-

That I will forever be this way.

The fear is being alone.

And I hope not to ever be this.

I want to never be alone.

For the love in my heart,

And how much I have to offer to someone,

Needs to always have a purpose.

Or else I might drown in that loneliness.

 

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