Crippling Fear

My fears are not a car crash
As in they don't come, attack me, and take me by surprise like it did to the a school girl of
Hiroshima on 9th August 1945. 
It's not like a blinding light that puts a blind on my existence's door 
My fears are like waves 
And I am like a dead body on a sea shore
With fish like eyes that seem to have no life
But it cannot close so it takes in all of its share of dread without a semblance of choice. 
The waves wash over me. I just lay indifferent, accepting the inevitable drowning and
resurrection 
Like an unholy baptism in death
Again and again
To end up with a new life. 
I hate circles