(Fear Poem) A Bottle Washes Upon The Shore
A valid reason to run away is not to escape but to face it in a better day.
As time tics by and we sit and wonder why.
As if sky will never stop falling.
As the chicken even continues run without a head.
The fear of many things motivate especially death.
But when the fear is gone what is left?
What could ever be the reason in leaving that which is most loved behind?
A letter in bottle floats upon the bubbling sea.
Eventually it comes ashore to be open up and read,
But is it the same?
Even being ones own words.
Still it isn't the same as a coming face to face with many thoughts and sentiments embraced.
Like a one sided conversation where one can never argue or say your wrong.
Why because you are already gone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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