I write - XLVII

There's a fear
That's scary
And of manifesting that fear
I'm scared.

There's a silence
That's chilling
And of that silence getting colder
I'm afraid.

There's a question
That remains unanswered
And of its answer
I'm scared.

There's a life
That is, to me, too dear
For that dear life
I'm scared.

Of my mortal fear
Of fearing mortality...

I write.