FearA Poem by P MikeIt's all about unraveling fear; letting people know how evil fear is.
Oh fear, where is thy house?
If I know it I should then beg you there. You hide in the house of death, and never find in your own hut. Where are you? If I can find you I should beg you for the lives of those you've played. See them crying before the grave of their love ones and not being able to make you an accuse. You stand there and mock thinking you can not be hand picked. But how long will it be. How long will it be before you are found out to be responsible. How long? I can no longer wait. Fear, an enemy like you I have not seen. You take the sword from men, and plant it close to the feet without being made known. For what we fear shall surely come. Why then do we have to stand at your door knocking Why must we knock at your door and never heard Only you know what is wrong with you. Only you know what is there for you. You seem not to listen. I believe you enjoy it. Watching people in thousands being swallowed in your net. Oh fear, haven't you done enough. How long will people receive your lashes for. Please, show pity. Take their cry to heart. Oh fear I have known your ways. I have heard your words I know you will not give up. But sit up! For you are not hidden from me. I can not be fooled by your deceit anymore. You can not make me to live like a worm. I have broken your hold upon me. For I choose to die once than to die a thousand times For I choose to die once than to be squeezed and pressed in your hands. For I choose to be free. Free from you and anyone like you. Just like a bird in the air playing.
© 2015 P MikeAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 21, 2015 Last Updated on May 26, 2015 Tags: Fear; The horror of Fear AuthorP MikeLagos, Lekki, NigeriaAboutI'm a simple, cool and passionate writer. I am a thinker, and I think that makes me better as a writer. I have some works to my accomplishment: Jacob's Nightmare, The Cruel King and Darryl-the magic.. more..Writing
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