Fear

There it is again

That all-too-familiar feeling

Creeping up my spine

And through my mind.

Resurfacing

In the middle of the night

Hand-in-hand with darkness

Surrounding me

Not a ghost but haunting me

Following me

Blowing its silent, cold air.

It rides a fiery chariot

Drawn by shadowy Nightmares

And poisons my thoughts

With their hooves.

It is what makes me

Feel like a child

In need of something stronger

To cuddle up to

Or hide underneath.

It is what makes me

Yearn for immortality

But not for myself.

It taunts me more

With the lives of others

Than with my own.