I Fear

by A.B.

by A.B.

I fear my being will be forgotten
as I vanish into thin air to never return

I fear of not having time,
the time to share that time is a precious gift to waste

Aspirating that my being will not have been in vain
but worth the life I’ve been given

I fear of not having an answer,
an answer to my life; the journey of my existence

I fear of only becoming, yet another frozen memory
hanging on the wall from previous past

A past where fear of being forgotten was current,
and living was the challenge in hand.

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