This is a guest poem by Billy Charles Root
In order that I deal with my fears
I must put away my tough guy veneer
I will write them all down right here
before my God and peers
“The only thing we have to fear
is fear itself”
-FDR, 1932
I fear, fearing fear
I fear fearing that which has no reason to be feared and not fearing that which does.
I fear what others think of me
How I look, what I wear, what I say and think, what, how and why I write.
I fear liking or even loving things that are a waste of said like and love
The babbling of crude jokes and cigarettes to smoke, fornicate TV
and I instead of we
I fear addiction to the mind control of men, having their minds controlled by men, having their minds controlled by the evil one
I fear never getting it right and failing with every sight day and night while pretending I’m alright
I fear sleeping,
Eye’s closed missing out , life passing by, not seeing the tomorrow come and the old become new
I fear dying, dying before I’ve done what I’ve been created to do, falling short, falling down and ending incomplete
I fear missing the point altogether and caring for perishable perishables
I fear forgetting, forgetting why and what for and where next, what time and how much may be left , names and faces and love
I fear anger, am I capable of going too far if someone hurts me or hurts me by hurting them
Above all I fear most arriving at the throne with no crown to lay down and hearing “I never knew you, depart from me you vile and wicked servant”
© Billy Charles Root
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