In Search of Fear

This mist is thick, the hours pass,

Don’t know if it is dusk or dawn;

I must face fear to pass on through,

And so I travel on

 

A life must be lived forward; but,

It’s hard, this never looking back –

I know the thing I dread the most

Is somewhere on this track

 

What isn’t there is haunting me,

The false becomes the true —

I must face fear to pass on through,

But pass through, I

Will do

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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