Fear

I fear growing old;
Cold and lonely.
Waking up to sorrow and empty arms.
No recollection of happiness.
Radical thought consumes you.
The pleasure that engulfed you has vanished.
It is now replaced by misery.
The hole in your heart keeps expanding.
Until finally nothing is left but emptiness.
I fear growing old;
Cold and lonely.
Memories just aren't enough.