Fear

A poem about Fear.

Fear is a common thing,
As is a primal thought,
Yet what we are fearing,
Is something that isn't taught.

It is reflexive,
It is elusive,
It does not exist,
Yet it continues to persist.

What we fear is the light,
What we fear is the dark,
The blinding might,
And the scarring mark.

Hope is the path,
Yet is a blind road,
One wrong oath,
And you'll fall off the boat.

Reviews

[Zoya]

Short but potent enough to bind the reader till the very end. True words; The message conveyed through this poem is positive. The rhyming is good and it has a nice flow. Well written!