Fears

As I lay on my bed
And fight off my oncoming dread
I look out at the sky
And figure that I may die.

As I look into the shadows
I feel like I’m on the gallows
I feel like I’m going to cry
Then like I’m going to die

As I look into the eyes
Of the fears that victimize
My doubts surface and I feel
Like a fish on a reel

I get hooked to the fears
I taste happily the salty tears
Of the fears which I confront
With a glare that is most blunt

In the end, my fears win out
And my glare is overcome with doubt
Finally my life leaves this world
And into space, my soul is hurled.