My Worst Fear
Begin to quiver
With someone’s hand
Still as ever
Our enemy is there before us
His face shrouded in darkness
And he always says this chorus:
“If you join me
you two shall live
simply serve my purpose
from this day forth.
Ignore this and you’ll see your end
It shall come and take you both.”
And then I feel a seperation
Of this person’s hand and mine.
I turn in shock to the same everytime,
A face shrouded, clouded,
Masked by shadow light can’t touch.
They look at me,
I don’t see their eyes
But their emotions I feel everytime.
They are sorry
But know that they must go
With the enemy, and it always seems so.
As they stride to them
With no turning back
Until they reach the end
And take one look back
At me trapped alone,
By fire or falling stone.
I wake in sweat.
I realize why.
It was a dream.
No a nightmare.
Even worse.
It was my worst fear.
The fear of dying all alone,
Without love,
Without family
Without friends.
Unknown to the whole world.
Never to live again.
So as the shock passes
And lay down again
It runs through my head
Might I see it again?
I pray that I don’t.
It’s my one true fear.
Reality knows this,
And everyday, it seems to draw near.
