"Fear" sonnet

10 by 14 not exactly iambic pentameter ther are a few hickups when you read it aloud needs to be edidted and finished spring 06'



I fear I may be part coin collection
I fear people, when they finally snap.
I fear if not praying, my soul to keep.

I fear the loss of my recollection.
I fear discovery, when I unwrap.
I fear I empower the bourgeoisie.

I fear the example left for my son.
I fear the feeling of Dad’s leather strap.
I fear not dying in middle of sleep.

I fear my future is not up to me.
I fear writing and the reader who scans.
I fear government and his guarantee.

I fear that Heaven will not let me in.
What else do I fear? Let me start again.