Fear

Eyes are closed
My heart is burnt
Soul is leaving, slowly (faithfully)
Searing in a drunken reality

My fear is overwhelming
Eyes are wedged shut, afraid
Constant battle with doubt

Leave me,
Expel my soul,
Give me gentle confusion

Disbelief is taught in a prayer book
Rebellion is forged in conformity
Fear is born in the heart of hope

Fear rules the world of the alive
Peace rules that of the dead
Please give me peace





© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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