On Fears

Frayed are the edges of my mind.

Regardless of however much I try,

they never lose their grip;

they never die.


Knuckles now are turned to white;

the fears inundate my eyes.

But humming, rings a lullaby,

Between ear and ear


Here on by

you must equip,

-Leaving vanities and fears aside-

with love of every size and kind.

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