Fear

[Lady Chaos]

Fear
Fear takes shapes. Form. It takes control.
It is irrational. It is the dog next door.
It is the stranger. It is the vision of something
unknown. It is outerspace visitors in my backyard.
It is rejection. It is the voice that speaks that I
cannot hear. It is the creepy men in the shadows.
Fear is my own shadow. It is tax season. It is opening
the mail. It is the future. It is spiders. It is the loss of control.
It is my dad drinking again. It is my mom's mental illness.
It is poision flowing from my heating ducts. It is the
govenment that put the poision there. It is a sunflower.
It is every where outside. It is every where inside.
Fear is in my mind. It creeps in and does not let go.
It is ice cream. It is Lego men. It is knives. It is cancer.
It is terrorism. It is numbers, the number seven in particular.
It is the neighbors plotting against me. It is failure. It is the
everyday. It is the mundane. it is the things taken for
granted. It is death. It is life. It is rational.
[ 15 December 2002: Message edited by: Lady Chaos ]

 

[rewiiired]

Good poem. I truly understand. Especially so with the 8th sentence.

 

[Taliana]

Just reading this piece made my chest tight and made me feel the fear you write about.
Good work.

 

[RaverMadness]

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