I am not afraid of what comes next.
Is that truth?
Is that a protest?
I am not afraid of what comes next.
Though, I know not what to do,
Can I say it again?
I am not afraid of what comes next.
Can I live my life,
Cautiously just scraping by?
Am I
Afraid
Of what
Comes
Next?

I have written my best work
While I’m alone,
In steady murk,
And far from home
Is where I lurk.
At least that's how it feels.

I do often feel alone,
Though I have a high tech telephone,
There are few contacts in it.

Who calls me?
Should I call them?
Are they really still my friend?
Has it been too long again?
Should we meet?
If yes, then when?
How can they break down my fence?
Is it too much to comprehend?
Have I begun to make no sense?
These walls I’ve built protect no one at all.

Why do I feel stressed?
By all means I have it good.
I sleep when I can,
Eat plenty of food.
I’ve got a blanket
And a roof.
Despite all that,
I do have proof,
That no matter the night,
Then comes the day…

And it can all be taken away.

Maybe that is why I am afraid.

I am afraid of what comes next.
This is the truth.
No longer will I lie.
And though I’ve built these walls
So they reach to the sky.
I know.
They can fall.
And that's not all.
Because even a bridge over water,
Can burn.
I know that, still I take each step.
With each one I hold my breath,
Even though I fear whats next,
I walk.
does that make me brave?
I guess.
Because
I am afraid of what comes next.

whoa...

I don't even need to tell you this is just:

Thx for posting this... I really like it.

This hit right at home for me... I relate to it all too well. Is that a bad thing? Perhaps. But kinship is often forged through troubled times.

Nice to see your writing again, Screw.

Wow, I really like this. Can definitely relate to the message and it made for an interesting read since I'm currently doing an analysis on some poems at college.