It doesn’t mean they are not after you...

It doesn’t mean they are not after you...

Are fears groundless,

When they hang

In the air

Too ill-defined

Within their

Spheres of desperation,

To grow

To completion,

And escape

The isolation.

Are they unfounded,

Do they remain unreal,

If they stay buried

In deserted places.

Devoid of life,

Where the breath

Of belief

Falls on deaf ears.

And desolation

Is dead to the world.

Lost in the space

Between truth

And conjecture,

Where so much trouble lies.

So many,

Caught within worlds,

Afraid to collide.

Even when they

Stumble across the words,

Tumbling in the ether,

Bouncing off each other,

Trying to find a

Safe way home.

Where their meaning

Would be welcomed,

And fears dissolved,

As the problems

That formed them

Are resolved.