It’s not as if it creeps up

like a hungry predator

stalking the silence

Or that the blackness felt,

is mixed with the slightest

tinge of grey 

But the fear is tangible

 

It is strangely and eerily simple

Easy to reason, but not entirely

comprehensible in any sense,

because it causes trepidation

The fear is real

 

It’s now too late to realise,

that a solution hasn’t been

discovered to reverse the process

 

Instead, reality is faced head on

Every day it smiles at us

but we can’t smile back anymore

Because:

The fear is now

The fear is life

The fear is the past

The fear is the future

The fear is here

It has to be embraced

The Urban Poet 2018