by Lauraine Andren

Created on: August 31, 2011   Last Updated: November 13, 2011

 Fear the terrors of uncertainty that comes in the dark hours of night.

What has gone before fills the heart with trepidation of what is yet to be.

The past should hold no terrors of deeds left undone, as it is unchangeable, finished.  

The tears from the past are all dried and forgotten, nothing more than memories..

The future with all its unknowns, hold its own terrors.  Life, death, happiness, or misery?

Tears come with the dawn, as sorrow always comes with the morrow, and life is hard.  

Calmness comes with death, as all the terrors of life are over. No more tears and  no more hopes. 

The dream that was life, has ended and I am no more than a memory.

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