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Fears


They are chasing me, the shadows of who I might be. Can no one else see? I try to run away, But still they remain. Why do they cause me such pain? Will they ever be slain? How can I keep them at bay? Why must I always run? Will I ever again see the sun? Will this ever be done? Can I ever face these fears? Of what will happen to me, of what I will be. Of all that I might see Can I ever stop these tears? Their claws are getting near, I scream but no one can hear. There is so much fear! It threatens to overwhelm me. It's too late, This is my fate, All I need do is wait . Now I cannot see, I feel the familiar sting, Only tears can bring. The memories are fading. I sit up with a start, It was only a dream. But what does it mean? All the things I have seen. I only remember a small part. I don't sit for long. The memory is now gone, Nothing is wrong.
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