SOMETIMES FEAR

Sometimes, the taste of fear
Is bitter in my mouth.
My fear,
Of yesterday and tomorrow.
Of life, of love,
Of not knowing why
I’ve done what I have done,
Or what I’ll do,
If love comes again.
Existence implies nothing.
No one seems to understand,
That I want too,
And I want to be,
But I can’t,
Because I’m no longer sure
That I am.