I'm afraid

I cannot always find an answer 

For the things that happens in my life. 

At the moment I'm afraid 

That my bones will rust,

Before these feelings do. 

I'm afraid that

My soul will fade, 

Before this ink does. 

I'm afraid that

I will lose my tongue, 

Before the world loses its flavour. 

I'm afraid that

You will (not) be there 

When the bullet strikes.