Scared

Which one more terrifying

Fine character

smooth and blurred

Like opalescent glass

Waiting to be shattered

And dusted away; aloof

Or is it the

Erring earthling

porous and real

Never not breathing

Passing on its scars

Begging, pleading, to be loved

Neither, I think back

I've ceased to be scared

It never really mattered

The space I choose to share

Carry on holding their hands

Their gentle personalities

Nobody cares, no one care.

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-samjam.