Poetry

I feel such a strange momentum creeping upon me,

Behind me, stalking me.

For years I’ve researched past my limits of survival.

I’ve held the wrong things dear to my heart,

Yet now I sit with this fear,

A fear that lay with me peacefully

And I just embrace it.

Because what is humanity without the fear of perishing?

My heart will fear again and again before it stops its journey

Yet every time I breathe it decreases

Slight affection becomes a maddening yearning

Shadows are an odd comfort to the eyes that can detect more than darkness.