The Fears I Have

The fears I have are about sand,

The sand the drips through the hourglass’ hand…

I’m terrified of no-man’s land,

And losing all I have to Death’s cold hand.

The fears I have are about the cold,

The cold inside my loved one’s soul,

I fear the dark he cannot fight

I fear his fear of paler lights.

I fear the hope he cannot find…

I fear the Reaper’s glistening eye,

I fear ‘hello’, I fear ‘goodbye’

I fear his truth and fear his lie,

I fear he’ll live and beg to die.