The Paragon of Fear

Dropping my possessions,

I ran to greet you,

But you stood, impassive,

As I reached you,

You were not you,

But the inner insanity let loose at last 

There has never been a terror,

Like the terror I felt that one day,

Never a terror was,

And hopefully,

Never a terror there will be

My soul quaking,

Eyes darting to your face,

And your eyes,

Oh, your eyes were hidden under a curtain of malice,

And your grin full of spite,

But your lips felt the same,

Which was odd at the time 

With a laugh that could scare a skeleton,

You-not-you tottered around,

Terrifying your comrades,

Making a spectacle,

Hating and Free from the real you

Wisps of Scorn surrounding your soul,

Which is Shadowed by Evil,

You-not-you turn towards me, 

And announce, 

that my BeLoved is forever gone 

My first instinct was to run,

To run and hide under a rock,

To hope that you-not-you wouldn't find me,

With your empty smile 

But I knew I had to stay,

And set you free from the nightmare that was you

So I stayed with the you-not-you all morning,

While he writhed and scoffed from his throne,

But I knew that I couldn't give up,

No matter how much his scathing words seared my soul

Fighting the tears,

Swallowing the sadness,

I gave the poor creature Love,

Something of which he was unaware, 

And soon, 

You returned,

With tears on your eyes,

And thankfulness in your heart,

For you had been trying to free yourself all this time,

From the Madness inside your soul,

Turns out,

All that he needed, 

Was to be Loved

There has never been a terror,

Like the terror I felt that one day,

Never a terror was,

And hopefully,

Never a terror there will be

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I'm scared. I'm totally scared. This is one creepy, awesome poem about alter egos. I was definitely thinking Jekyll and Hyde when I read this.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Poison drips from your pen and creates the shape of brilliance and perfection in poetry, a great read, instant favourite, well done, loved it.