Fear

It’s not fear I smell, it’s the future.

I used to have it all

A sign upon my wall

With my back against the wall

I fall

It’s too late for me now

I am broken

It’s something inside of me

Hiding from myself

It’s fear that I can’t separate

From my dreams

From my darkest desires

It’s here

Stay clear

Of me and myself

I cannot love without

My aching longing

Wading through

My residual fear

I hope I don’t

Get trapped in my cell

The walls are closing in

The ceiling begins to spin

It’s the future I fear