The Gilded Refuge of Fear

The Gilded Refuge of Fear

Submerging
Is the last
Of my fast-fading skills

How I burrow so well
How cowardice
Has cradled me to sleep

Years ago
In its gilded refuge
I lingered
Mist-shroud and hopeful

Now fear lives
In every inch of ground
In every cautious breathe I take

Terror hails
But our eyes can never meet
I must defer
I must submerge
And endure, the passage of time

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.