Afraid Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

As a small child, I feared the night unknown mysteries; uncertainties I thought to roam not sure existed in the dark: encountering a glance at them but never a complete slice.

I thought at various points in my life I was crazy, believing in these sick fables which surely couldn't exist, feeling foolish and less like an adult holding to these thoughts.

My fear only grew as I got older, moving time never to ease those concerns: finding more proof than denials supporting their probable existence, playing my best hand.

Eventually, I came to a personal reasoning; believing that God was the only one, whom could take my life.

I'm not afraid of any other consequences, feeling very comfortable under His watchful eyes: I do trust.