I'm afraid of running out.
Out of words.
Out of thoughts.
Out of life.
Like a river so full and flowing
being dried up by the ravishing sun
of a summer drought.
Left to be nothing,
but a dusty cracked surface.
The life in me is evaporating
can't you see?
My soul so withering and parched.
I'm fading into my surroundings
and being succumbed to my only fear.
I'm running out of words
thoughts
life.
soon to be
nothing.