"Fear"

“Fear”

I will know that this sear,

Will always bring back the fear.

My heat is like a sepulcher stabbed by a spear,

In my never ending fear.

I do not want my fear so near,

As it makes my life unclear.

I despise that Heaven isn’t near,

And it seems the Angels don’t hear.

Nothing is left; the end is near,

I feel lost because they aren’t here.

But I think I have a chance to make it clear,

‘Cause its time to step up and face my fears.