Fear

I see what I see and I hear what I hear.
But what I don’t know I will always fear.
The world spins by in an unorganized mess
Our survival has become a never ending test.
Our souls are all joined in an obvious way.
But the destruction we cause leaves us nothing to say.
You say what you say and you hear what you hear.
But what you don’t know, you have reason to fear.

Reviews

[BeautyFromTheEarth93]

I remember reading this before. It is a very lovely, honest, raw kind of poem. You are really wearing your heart on your sleeve here. BRAVO!

[Otter]

Another nice piece, Heather. Keep up the excellent work!