Enamored With Fear

A Poem by HopeJG

A poem from my WIP 'Fight For Me'

It was not Death’s kiss I felt, but Fear’s.

It drags me into eternal slumber all the same.

His bloody, sickly sweet lips brush against my cheek,

leaving something sticky behind.

The creak of wooden stairs mark his footsteps,

the eerie whistle of wind is his breath.

His cackle is the squeal of old hinges.

It was not Life who gave me the breath of courage,

but Fear who stole it.

His fingers trace my spine, spreading ice.

His hand spans across my waist as he leads me

in the dance of cowardice.

With steps stiff and stumbling,

I waltz,

enamored with this partner of mine.

Behind this shield of terror

I hide,

safe and protected,

from the unknown.

© 2024 HopeJG

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Poetic Beauty

This sounds like someone who has anxiety and it has taken a tight grip on the persons mind and being as a whole but it also reminds me of a series of books I read recently. The book was about Death and a human who fell in love with him and the adventure they experience in the Underworld. Anyway I love stories and books about mythology and one where Death, Life, the Fates are actual characters

Posted 8 Months Ago

8 Months Ago

Thank you for this review! I'm glad that you picked up on the anxiety aspect of this! I too love myt.. read more

8 Months Ago

I shall have to look into that book. Thank you for telling me about it.

I picked up o.. read more

Betty Hermelee

You most certainly reveal your feeling about this man : fear and terror, and you so vividly express all your dislikes….. yet you hide behind the dark shield of life and with all of his faults you seem trapped and at the same time protected against “ the unknown” ……that is what creates the fear…
Vivid images and a clear message….
Warmly,B