Untitled by CBW Posted on June 12, 2019 Sitting uncertain and afraid Longing for solid ground All my best plans laid Bare, rendered mute, no sound Fear unchained: distilled, pure, concentrated. Written July 2013 and left unpublished here. Show me some love:FacebookTwitterPinterestPrintLike this:Like Loading... This entry was posted in sloetry. Bookmark the permalink.