Trepidation 



Love is lost on those who see only hate 

For when you carry a spear - you're late

As, when you turn the corner, it swings

And hits someone else, in the wings 



So living life filled with hate hurts many

Not only the ones you want to, but any

Who stand in the path of your own fear

For it is this, you've coated, on your spear



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

11am Wed Jan 5th, 2000