Fear & Dread

Is it fear or is it dread,
That stirs up in my head,
That turns my gut into led,
That makes me want to run instead?

Is it free falling I fear?
Fallacious vows I hear?
Whispered wishes in my ear?
That love will suddenly appear?

Do I dread that it will end?
Or fear what I intend?
Will it be another trend?
Again a trap I did portend.

But as it churns within me,
Rogue waves in a black sea,
My lust for affinity
Proves my lack of divinity.

Fear and Dread begin to tease,
A familiar unease,
No promise can appease,
And yet, I lunge in my esprits...