The Special Ways of Being Afraid


Oh to be there again
The first special way of being afraid
When I walked through the forest
At night, with special tricks and spells
Clutched to my chest
I raged against the gentle night
A young man
Slowly graying out

Only life has the luxury
of feeling so long
Enough to regret
the emptiness of wonder
you maybe once had but now lost
Already, so many memories
left torn-up and used
interrogated throughout

Oh to be there again
The second special way of being afraid
Even the third would do
But onwards seems folly
With each trick already seen
And the rage from the chest
that once burnt bright
broke-up and terrified

Wake up and face the day
the fourth special way of being afraid
Every step grows roots
In anger or fear of losing
uncertainty to certainty
to dying and the dead and death
Accept and carry on
Clutch the rage close to your chest
And rest assured
Tomorrow will be the Fifth

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