Nearer, I fear...

Nearer I fear...

 

 

I often wonder what lies ahead

If its prediction could be read,

I rather it left unsaid.

 

For reasons not yet known,

but an inner feel

that speaks for its own,

all alone

 

A still small voice

that stumbles and falls,

The tinest of shadows

hiding amongst its walls

 

A quiver of a shake,

asleep but yet awake..

So many, so few,

so very hard to take

 

I fall back to take it in

that's when the fear 

haunts me again

 

Then I'm back to where

I had been

from the day before,

and the day before's friend

I fear to know about

tomorrows day...

I'd rather not be in it...

If that's safe to say,

To say the least...

I won't say it again

enough of tomorrow,

and tomorrows friend!!!

Nearer I fear...