What do you fear?
The shadow asked with a tilt of his head
A great many things; the living, the dead.
Pain, death, and losing the ones I hold dear
Darkness in strangers and that in the mirror.
What I could be capable of in the darkest of times
Thoughts of the traumas I relive in my mind
Breaking my teeth, my pets crossing the bridge
Those days when my mind seems to hang on a hinge
Being attacked and left mangled and bloody
Reaching old age, never being somebody
My body being that of the soil to devour
In the face of a battle, choosing to cower
The last time my name is said decades from now
And that’s just the start, I say with a bow.
The shadow sat contemplating my words with a sigh
But the sun creeped through before he could reply
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