Fears That I May Cease To Be

That I will never quite write myself,

or right myself in this stormy ocean.

That the words will stop being heard,

and not even be spoken by me.

I’m unable to move. Light is fading.

 

light

This poem’s title is taken from a poem by John Keats.

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