Fear

Fear.

It’s everywhere I look---

In my mind,

Body,

And soul.

An unwelcomed entity,

Slowly breaking me until I am no more;

Hijacked of my will,

Raped of all of my hope;

A mere puppet,

A helpless slave,

Forever whipped,

Always reigned upon.

 

Fear.

It’s uncaring---

A heartless creature that desolates every corner of this world.

With eyes

All-seeing,

All-consuming;

Why do we run, if we don’t stand a chance?

Why do we fight it, only to wait for it to come right back?

Fear?

Fear is immortal,

Greater than Time itself.

 

Fear.

It’s all too familiar, all too close---

A recurring nightmare,

The shadow that’s always behind me;

Just close in on me,

Make me yours,

And let us be done…

 

Fear.

It’s what I’ve become---

This marred face is not my own,

These shaking hands aren’t mine to hold,

These blood-shot eyes aren’t mine to see,

This ice-boxed heart isn’t mine to feel,

This shattered life isn't mine to live,

No,

This can’t be real…

 

2011 Vincent Cuccolo

Reviews

[just is]

This is amazing, I really enjoyed this write

[Ramya]

Have I just stumbled upon one of the greatest poets in my time?? :)
You are brilliant Vincent...this poem is too good.

Excellent!