It’s not snakes or hour-glass
spiders,
Angry dogs with snarling fangs,
No, not reckless breakneck speed
Or deadly drops from desperate heights.
Not the threat of godless cons who
Battle
Conscience bare of any shred of
Civilized humanity.
Not wind or water, hail or blizzard,
Nor any form of nature’s force,
Though nature is a frightening bitch
To be respected, if not feared.
Not the sound of cannon fire
That rings a distant knell of death, or
Storming troops in battered streets
Killing anything that moves.
Rising up in silence on a morning
Fresh with golden sun,
The thing that I fear most of all:
Waking without you.
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Angry dogs with snarling fangs,
No, not reckless breakneck speed
Or deadly drops from desperate heights.
Not the threat of godless cons who
Conscience bare of any shred of
Civilized humanity.
Not wind or water, hail or blizzard,
Nor any form of nature’s force,
Though nature is a frightening bitch
To be respected, if not feared.
Not the sound of cannon fire
That rings a distant knell of death, or
Storming troops in battered streets
Killing anything that moves.
Rising up in silence on a morning
Fresh with golden sun,
The thing that I fear most of all:
Waking without you.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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