Fear Nothing

 

Arms pumping.

Legs throbbing.

Breath fleeting.

The lungs bellows

carbon and oxygen and hazy vapor

There’s pain, thrilling, living.

But it’s something.

Only lack is terrifying.

To be insufficient; to find insufficiency

worming into your

Core.

 

The moments in between,

silent, helpless, despairing.

Spent thinking on

what if’s and could be’s.

Swim and live or stop and die.

 

In Nothing, you face

yourself and find no

Meaning.

Without feeling,

confusion and loss.

Break Silence.

Flee Silence.

Kill Silence.

For Silence dies in company.

Only then, escape

the self.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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