By Me and Midjourney
I'm afraid of the dark,
When the night gets quiet.
I'm afraid of the drop,
When the peak is reached.
I worry about wealth,
Taxes and debts.
I run from the death,
That dogs my feet.
Scenarios play,
On loop in my head.
Strings of phobias.
Beads of dread.
Strong men falter,
With fewer fears.
I stumble forward,
My heart pounds on.
My biggest worry,
A life unlived.
About the Creator
Kristen Haveman
A dabbler, a story teller.
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