I Wish my Fears would Migrate

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qum45hpUqrg

Fear is like
the shadow of a bat,
larger than life.
I taste the
rabid nightmares;
they poison my soul.
Anger masks the fear.
I hear the harpies scream
in my febrile brain
and my faith is
small as a
grain of sand
growing slowly
over time.

Author's Note

My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com

Reviews

[light and ashes]

interesting write, but couldn't say that I didn't like it.
I wrote something somewhat similar years ago, it was called, Nightmare or Nightmares.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks for reading.

[light and ashes]

You're welcome.

[Marie]

Fear and anger poison the soul, as well as the mind where they set our imagination on fire in a negative way and you have captured that finely in this excellently penned poem, Thomas. A tiny grain of faith is like the tiny grain of sand which overtime creates a precious pearl in an oyster, it too will grow into a pearl of consciousness to fight both fear and anger. Lovely work! Thank you for sharing...

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Marie. I appreciate it.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Thomas...