Dread

It carves away at my bones,
Oh, the dread of longing.

In the dark
I sit,
Head in hands,
And fear

Tomorrow

Fear both
Greatness and failure,
Sadness and joy.

Whatever I might deserve.

All I do is wait,
Knowing
It's coming,
Feeling
It approach,

Clinging on to my final scraps
Of Being and Hope.

Despite myself.