"My Fear"

An epitaph of self
My realization of the now
Who I am and
What I have become…
A mixture of nothing
Aimless and resentful
Empty and hollow
Just water, molecules, and bones…
Endless days wandering
Into my own self loathing
Thoughts of devastation
Bubble over inside…
What the hell am I here for?
The question constantly nagging
My inner sanctum of peace
Shattered daily by reality…
My hopes and dreams
Quickly vanish before me
I stand here naked
Heart and soul barren…
What’s left?
My fear of my own self
Knowing the never is here
Will I ever be well again?

Copyright © 2008 Carolyn A. Legg
Painting: Confusion, page 31, Poem page 32