Untitled Fear Poem

I am not afraid to grieve any longer
I am not afraid to cry for those I never met
tears fall for the dead 
they are my weapons
against the killers and their accomplices 

i was/is/remains
interrogator of my own interiority
afraid 
wrong, or worse, right
wrong, or worse, write
wrong, or worse, verse

care for a loop_de_loop?
rite makes mite
mite makes life
life makes rite
right?