The boogeyman knows best

I am not afraid of anything
not conniving evil villains 
waiting   
behind black secret veils
not vicious vile  
thunder claps
or jagged rips   
of lightning
not elusive monsters   
that lurk below beds
and in closets
I am only afraid of 
the crippling   
and whittling   
of life as we age
the unwhispered words 
I thought I   
heard you say
and the fragile fraying   
of reality that reoccurs     
each day
I am afraid of everything