not sure

This is another poem I wrote for class, I'm not sure of a title for it so any idea will be greatly considered.

 

 

We are afraid,

Of the creeping shadow                              

Of the night, of the                   

Unknown boundaries   

Of space, of the                               

Shifting winds of change,                            

But most of all truth.

Reviews

[Carrie Ott]

This one is great! Even for so short a poem, you definitely got your point across. Just as in "He Wept," you needn't say anything more. And I like the point you did bring - you took huge, somewhat abstract things, like the vast dark night, the endless boundaries of space, and change we cannot control, yet you point out that even more than those, we are terrified of that which is simply before us. Truth. One day we want it; the next, we fear it or hate it. So, I think you've done a great job in starting the poem with a huge scope and then narrowing it at the end to a very sharp point.
You're right, a title for this could be a bit troublesome. Arrgh, for some reason the only thing popping into my head is "Simple Truths". I don't really have any suggestions for how to title it - there are so many ways you could go with a title.
Great job!