The fear

Afraid and overwhelmed. Life lurking on the outside of my bones, skin still wilted to grasp it as it remains still, untouched and taken away from the naked eye. Shifting muscles pulling into the horizon grasping to catch it before times end when the bones lay still underneath for enternity.

This poem is about: 
Me

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