Fear and Desire
Death confronts me often;
Bearing his face in the form of;
Near misses,
Almosts.
He lets me see him as if from the shadows;
His face, his eyes, the windows to his soul;
Masked,
Hidden.
His power startles me;
Only near him am I speechless;
Immovable,
Paralyzed.
For, I know, when I see his face clearly;
I will truly understand the difference between;
Fear and,
Desire.
Only he can teach me;
What I cannot live without.
This poem is about:
Me