Deep beyond my knowing, a submerged fear leers.
Fine wine, good times, brusquely brushed aside.
I cannot summon, nor know when it will arrive.
Without warning, without words, stalking
Out of sight, prime at night, it is not new.
It made its debut when years were few.
Different guise under other skies
Nameless then, nameless now
The fear is so near,
Poised to sting
One last
Fling.
Living in the moment is the only way to go. This is excellent and I love the way you presented it.
Awesome use of language and amazing "geometry" of the printed word😘. You're quite a talent, Glen!