Fear and Desire

Death confronts me often;

Bearing his face in the form of;

          Near misses,

                   Almosts.

He lets me see him as if from the shadows;

His face, his eyes, the windows to his soul;

          Masked,

                    Hidden.

His power startles me;

Only near him am I speechless;

          Immovable,

                   Paralyzed.

For, I know, when I see his face clearly;

I will truly understand the difference between;

          Fear and,

                   Desire.

Only he can teach me;

What I cannot live without.