The Death Of Fear

loathing and fret

Brings about things
we long to forget

Creating a life
from worry and fear
steals away joy
takes life out of gear

We rush to our tombs
and will not escape
the trickle of sand
and karma stones laid

A path
well unknown
lies clearly ahead
If that path is fear
We're already dead

by Lee Gallaher

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I like this poem, it flew sharp as an arrow and right on target! Cheers, Anita