Why must one such as I, <br />live my life with fear, <br />the fear to unjustly die. <br />It is not what you first hear, <br />I do not fear lack of breath. <br />I am worried about dying inside. <br />I do not fear eternal rest. <br />I am worried for my broken pride. <br />I lay in pieces on the floor, <br />with lack of peace to be found. <br />And I hope for you to open my door, <br />I wish you could gaze upon me downed. <br />I miss you away from my side, <br />and generally away from my life.<br /><br />Edward Veilleux<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fear-of-death-3/
