Loathsome Fear

This is one thing that I most fear, which neither death nor life may save me from, when I seek you and you aren't near. I call your name but you wouldn't hear, a yell of an utmost plea, and you won't succumb. This is one thing that I most fear. If you let go of me and disappear, what's an empty life, though I have this freedom? when I seek you and you aren't near? To have found you anywhere but here, will turn every good thing in this world loathsome. This is one thing that I most fear; I will swear to everything that I hold dear that I would curse it if the day should come when I seek you and you aren't near. Each passing moment is making it clear, certain as the lines written on my palm; This is one thing that I most fear: when I seek you and you aren't near. (Writing is not just something writers dream about. So, I write on! Poemhunter I am back with no anomalies....)