Do Not Speak to Me of Fear
- jan-u-wine
you must not
speak
to me of fear…….
not here,
not
now,
not with the dark
lying so tight and
close,
pressing like the bright-coiled
kerchief of a serpent
twined about my neck.
Even though it has all been in vain,
even though it is all for naught,
I must,
I
will
go on……
I am no longer
afraid.
Only…....
please…..
just this last time,
take my hand.
The day-long
Darkness,
draws near.