Poem: Being Afraid

[zetasyanthis]

Being afraid, all the time,
Being afraid, forever, 
Being afraid, in your mind,
and labelled "disturbed" forever.

Being unseen, and being afraid,
and being forever lost,
We need each other; we need ourselves
to cope with darkest loss.

To hope for days with sunshine new,
we know not how to do.
We only know death's siren call
telling us what to do.

We hide our hearts
We hide our souls,
We hide our heartstrings too.
We do not know how to come forth
and share our terror too.