Troubling thoughts pursue me,
I am fearful of the future.
Premonitions, moments of panic,
I imagine what lays ahead.
This last year brought me
growing fears of helplessness,
being trapped in a failing body.
I'm overcoming me with dread.
Sudden ambushes assail me
of possibilities: illness,
crippling diseases or injury
imprisoning me to my bed.
ePISTLES of St. Quisby
About Me

- Name: St. Quisby
- Location: The Boring Lava Flow, Oregon, United States
Technically, I'm not really a saint; in fact, I'm more of a free-thinking heretic and/or apostate. Nonetheless, I shall attempt to impart my thoughts and feelings about the state of humankind in the form of these ePistles to...well, whoever.


