Fear

Fear

A Poem by Jamie4thewin
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It involves no malice, and wants no one thing. And neither does it revel, in the emotions it brings. An insight into a confusing emotion.

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We understand little, but imagine all,
The darkness that haunts us, when the sun starts to fall.
It comes without warning, sieges minds with distress,
It catches our sense, and puts it to test.
Knows nothing about us, but controls who we are,
Contorts our nightmares, into worries bizarre.

It stems from our lives, gives our horrors a form
Then usurps what it needs, gives us reasons to mourn.
Makes our actions irrational, drains reality away.
It tricks our senses, until the safety of day.

But feel not confused, for it knows no spite,
It simply is there, is working, 'till the break of the light.
It involves no malice, and wants no one thing.
And neither does it revel, in the emotions it brings.
It is there for no reason, much like humour and love.
A feeling that surrounds, confines, from below and above.

The cruelty from our core,
That reduces great men to tears.
And for that I implore, that it is an emotion unclear.
For it lets our nightmares be confronted, and levels out all classes.
Every being on earth has a dream shared by the masses.
So if everything in this world, has a repeating nightmare
It brings a question to be answered, a question to bear.
A query totally unanswerable...

What does fear fear.

© 2013 Jamie4thewin


Author's Note

Jamie4thewin
Watched some scary apocolypse films and thought " why not," so put a question of mine into writing. I hope you like it.

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Added on December 31, 2012
Last Updated on January 1, 2013
Tags: Fear, confusion, question, reality, truth, insight
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