The Fear of The End

They say there's nothing to fear

While they go chug another beer

They say all you need is for your head to be clear

But I feel like I won't live next year

 

It's not that I don't trust my peers

It's just a feeling that can make you tear

I feel like the end is near

But it could just be the tip of the spear

It could be as far as a light-year

But still, it's presence makes you feel like it's here

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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