Fear to fear to fear to fear.
If sentences could readily bend,
I’d twist that one end to end,
To illustrate the following truth:
Fear brings fear in an infinite loop.
Instead a daily dose of wretched I shall permit –
Of living life choked by anxious threat;
Of more than words bending end to end –
Of wretched routine from my trembling mind slip.
For I envy the skies of a cloudless day,
Into such clarity I breath clouds of gray,
To darken and slow the world that I may,
Reveal the links that could bring me pain.
Take my word, on sunlit morns I pray for rain.
For my eyes are sensitive to the sun’s rays;
I am jealous of the green and life the sun feeds,
Jealous that I don’t vibrate at such vital speeds,
My vitality lost to the rot in my rotten seeds.
This I know: fear and pain are my eternal due.
For I choke clear air with a deathly hue,
Thereby ensuring the truth remains true:
That fear brings fear in an infinite loop.