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.