Scared

Is everyone as scared as I am? Why
Or why not? How does this despair help me?
I used to make excuses, easily
Make mincemeat of the fear. I'm not that guy,
Now that I'm fifty-two and not so shy
About the way our feelings wriggle free
And cold-cock us. Did everybody see
What happened when those dark clouds filled the sky?

I don't protest so much against the rain,
But I'm helpless and drowning while a thief
Takes every one of my possessions, chief
Of which is your love. Terrified again,
I'm not alone here, am I, scared of pain,
Distressed by thoughts of lonely waves of grief?