Fateful Date

This is about a date within the next month that I dread because the date once had meaning to me, but longer does.

As that fateful date
approaches I am
filled with dread.
I cannot say what
bothers me more
about it.
Is it the fact that
it had once been
important?
Or that it now fills
my heart with
leaded sorrow?
I cannot say for sure
but I know it will
haunt my waking dreams.
My anxieties make it
hard to ignore, but why
should I feel this way?
This date in time
is frozen and exists
no more.

Author's Note

Absolutely terrible!!!