Fear that erodes the soul of man

Is not of trouble we left behind

Nor the everyday challenges we

face or retreat from a step at a time.


It is the looming shadows of future

That blows the mind, phantoms

Imagined before their possible time

Leaving us distraught and behind


We never defeat these demons all

Ghosts of future seaman who

Drowned in shallow water and

Never found the real bottom

Panic that stole their reason and

Flailing spasmodic limbs that

Never found the bottom shark

Bait for opportunists feeding

Frenzy on our unrealized  fears


Tomorrow a bottomless bucket

Receiving all fears we can deposit

A tomorrow that may not come

Time and we may no longer exist

Carl James


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