Fear, expresses no emotion.

It neither wraps itself

In cotton anger, or

Brittle sanity.

It lives in the deepest part;

Of your dream.

Taking up room -

Where the life-force should be.

 

This living ghost,

Consumes.

It does not chew it's food,

It devours it.

No table is enough to

Satisfy it's cravings.

When every opportunity feeds

Until you disbelieve.

 

This blanket, snug;

Comfortable to the suck,

Warms our realities.

Snuggy protection.

We can lose ourselves in

It's embrace -

Cover our heads and

Pray the monsters stay outside.

 

Fear controls what little we

See, feel, hear and taste.

Tho' we do what is wrong,

And think all that is right,

We are caged by our experience.

Now, though the bars,

Our eyes are forced to see

Monsters.

The monsters that will compromise

Our every move,

Ourselves.