Scared

Plagued by paranoia,  
Obscured by anonymity,  
Cornered by the endless stretch of time,  
I sit here brooding, making plans.  
While embracing the power of time's symphony, I chance upon what some may call an epiphany.  
A thought, a fact that I momentarily abhor  
We are all strangers to what the future has in store.  

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/42970w/pull_the_trigger/
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/428kmw/officially_a_skeleton/