Syncope

A poem with repetition.

Syncope

Where are we now?
I wish I could discern it.
But I cannot ask you
Because I am scared
That you will say
We are just...

I fear that.
I fear you.
I fear.
I fear everything.
I fear that more,
Than you will ever know

I cannot be more than just...
And hate that I am only just...
I wish I fit.
And see I do not.
But where are we now?
Are we only just...?

I fear that.
I fear you.
I fear.
I fear everything.
I fear that more,
Than you will ever know.

I am afraid that this
Will only get worse
As time continues.
Solve me; fix me;
Hurt me; let me be-
Anything... but only just...