and when there is emptiness
then there is scope for a lot of thinking
and deluding and the building of uncertainties
and then fear.
fear that precipitates,
tangible on the skin that i'd never felt before.
fear in my eyes,
behind the lids.
fear grasping, chaining my ankles.
fear everywhere - the rim that encases my glasses.
the tip of this pen that writes.
fear! fear! everywhere!
what do i do?
why does emptiness
so automatically get filled
with dark, brooding, sombre fear?