POETRY: ‘Fears’

Contributed by: Justin Murphy, communication major

When I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my life reflects that of the son-

The perfect one who walked across the sea

I fear that I won’t hear those words “well done.”

Before my suitcase has been more than here,

Hath not seen the daylight in another town

Or smelt the aroma, shall i then fear.

And when i feel as though I’m going down

without fall for the one my eyes behold,

Without viewing a younger one of I

And living on to see them become old,

Then I have not acheived-I am just a lie.

On the edge of my mind i sit and think

Of all I want, till in the ground I sink.

Based off of another poem “When I have fears that I may cease to be” by John Keats.