Poem – Uncharted

The fear of what I do not know

It cannot be seen

Touched

Felt

It escapes me

Always

Unable to grasp

Not real or tangible

It scares me to the core

That it will not be found

The uncharted

The unknown

The eerie calm

The darkness 

With the lack of having answers

To questions

Before it is time

Before you are gone

Gone

The unthinkable

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