by Ria J. Leon

What fear grips you,
Like fall clutching summer?
Is it of death?
No, it is short,
It lasts a moment,
Only a glance,
Of nothing
Then life is memory
And nothing more.
Nothing there to fear.

What fear grips you,
Like flowers to rain?
Worthy is loss,
But still, the culprit time
She gives as well,
And all is seen again,
In dreams, in hope,
Maybe realized.

What fear grips you,
Like night to morning sun,
No terror could compare,
Ever a torture, constant,
Cruelest wonder,
Conceived alone,
In quite, and in dark.
Unless of course I'm wrong

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one about doubting if there's a God

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