Fear

In my singularity there is fear,
Dark fear, white fear, lost fear , warm fear,
Little children mothered by fear in my womb,
Naked in tear soaked reality.

So, I sing,
Songs of me, of them , but never of us ,
Cold hands over the mantle,
My roots go deep, their poison cant reach me ,
So afraid , that death sits and waits while I take time to be afraid.

And forever is only mine,
Their truth is but a cripple,
An idea of shadow and dust ,and mortality,
Mine a honey laced righteous oblivion,
I won, but the fear ….