Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. <br />Fear of falling asleep at night. <br />Fear of not falling asleep. <br />Fear of the past rising up. <br />Fear of the present taking flight. <br />Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night. <br />Fear of electrical storms. <br />Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek! <br />Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite. <br />Fear of anxiety! <br />Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend. <br />Fear of running out of money. <br />Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this. <br />Fear of psychological profiles. <br />Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else. <br />Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes. <br />Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty. <br />Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine. <br />Fear of confusion. <br />Fear this day will end on an unhappy note. <br />Fear of waking up to find you gone. <br />Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. <br />Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love. <br />Fear of death. <br />Fear of living too long. <br />Fear of death. <br /> <br />I've said that.<br /><br />Raymond Clevie Carver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fear-328/
