Fear

Passion used in evil ways,

Disguised three hundred and sixty-five days.

A song that hums an evil tune,

Words that cause evil ruin.

Words that jump across the page,

To hide away from evil's rage.

Darkness flows like a waterfall

I run towards the light down the hall.

I hear a chuckle, an evil laugh

As I go down darkness's path.

Fear lives only in your dreams

Where nothing is as it seems.

Now I wake up, and take a deep breath

And no longer fear my imminent death.

Author's Note

Please enjoy! Reviews are appreciated.

Reviews

[CMPurrett]

This may be my favorite yet! It is haunting and powerful. Great Job! I think we should talk about using it within the World of Angora storyline!

[PoetryPenPal]

Thanks a lot!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. A nice ride into a scary dream and place than being awoke safe and sound in your bed. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[PoetryPenPal]

Thank you very much for reading and reviewing!

[LadyAnn68]

Very very very good! I love it! You have captured the essence of becoming fearful of death for sure!

[PoetryPenPal]

Thank you very much buddy!

[LadyAnn68]

Check out my new or latest poem..."Recovery is not a Compromise" if you get time?

[PoetryPenPal]

Of course!

[Sami Khalil]

Excellent poem on fear...Pen on without fear...:)..............

[PoetryPenPal]

Thank you very much!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)....................

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is most excellent my little penpal.The lines and rhymes are perfect:)

[PoetryPenPal]

Thank you very much Vidya.