I fear
your hands
will never
reach across
the pit of solitary
to find
the un-swung
axe blade
my heart
still clings to daily.
I fear
my hands
will.
Help.
{Phobias: Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself.}
Copyright: November 4, 2013
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