As I was by Andrew McClaren Scott

Everything ruined by worry
was I
Every fear that existed
was me
Every disaster was waiting
to fall
Every demon my number
to call
Every day was a struggle
to live
Every night was a trouble
to dream
Every dawn an unwelcome
awakening
Every birth a reminder
of death
Every smile a grimace
a sneer
But ...
nothing to fear, to fear to fear
but fear
I hear.








I love this. It has such meaning for me. Mr McClaren Scott is brilliant.