Words

Lost.
I can't find them again
nor am I sure I ever had them.
Their absence bring worry, dread
the deepest of fears.
But were they here,
their presence would bring the same.
What power they hold over man
that something so insubstantial
could cause such terror.
Mere words.

Damnation

Damned for a choice
before it's even made
no matter the answer
it ends the same.
Everyone has a moment
a choice
that they must make
or be destroyed.
But to choose is as bad.
But there is hope
slim, fleeting hope.
among the devastation, rebirth occurs.
And so we survive.
living until we can no longer rise again.

Fear

Fear, an eternal emotion
Known, it becomes dull.
Embraced, it becomes nothing.
Controlled, it becomes power.
Yet even then, it still is.
Something to be respected,
for when fear controls us,
our life turns to madness.