Fear of cowardice
You come to me in a darkest hour.
Fear you are the cowards flower.
Secrets and lies no one can hold.
Eventually breaking this heavy load.
Like a streams high breaking bank.
Flowing through, your life now sank.
Honesty not a thought you\'d use,
Integrity now all but left amused.
An attempt to hold ones self together.
But In your hand, a fourth White feather...