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.