Step Aside Shakespeare

XII

Too oft has't what-ifs left me damned and screwed

so naturally I am a skeptic,

bethinking everything two - three times through.

But I'm exhausted living so hectic,

dying to taketh a breath. Rest. Being

yond as it may, it will not beest flattered.

Knowledge is power, my fear fatiguing.

What if't be true thou art lacking valor

and did hurt me? Or worse - what if thee can

maketh chills runneth down my spine? What if

thee wanteth me? Naturally, I am

a skeptic for all those past hath left swift. 

Anon I'm breathless and tired, bruised and weak.

And I couldst not standeth another critique.