Someone once told me,

To write the thing,

You fear most.

But I don’t know.

Because I fear death,

I fear oblivion,

I fear falling down,

Into that deep, dark well of sadness again.

I fear,

Fear itself,

Amoung many other things,

And so I can’t write about,

What I fear most,

Because even if I had one fear,

Nothing as large as fear,

Can be trapped inside a single piece of poetry.