My fear
“What are you afraid of?”
Snakes I tell them
There’s some truth to that, I don’t like them
But that’s a small matter
What do I really fear?
Myself
I’m afraid that I will sabotage my own life
I was restless before the war
After the war the scars make me reckless as well
I am often callous to others
My brow is furrowed as my heart is heavy
It is then that I think of myself
And neglect the ones that need me
I take strong drink
I seek laughter and pleasure
When I should be content with my lot
The restless spirit and reckless actions are like a bear inside of me
The bear roams, the bear roars
I wonder if he will one day grow quiet and rest
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