The Fear

18/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

It is the darkest part of me,

It preys on my emotions and

It rules my very sense of self.

It makes me to see danger and

It causes me to freeze.

 

I want to run away.

I want to hide from this foul thing.

I see it in the here and now,

I feel it in my future moments, and

I remember every passing threat.

 

It paralyses me.

It confronts me still.

It is inside me and around me.

It washes over me and through me, and

It falls upon my head.

 

The distress is overwhelming,

The impending doom overrides.

The evil veil obscures my sight.

The pain rises up and drowns me.

The vice grips my mind.

 

This is no reverential awe.

This sits in the pit of my stomach.

This beast inside me,

This horror that I cannot escape.

This which I have but owns me.

 

Beyond the mere concern it lies.

Beyond that daily dread.

Beyond the cloud of anxiety.

Beyond some mild apprehension and

Beyond all anticipation yet –

 

I cannot live without it,

I feel it in my very soul.

I want to be rid of it but

I fear what will be left and

I cannot abide the beast unknown.

 

It will, one day, consume me;

It will purge the last mortal vestiges and then

It will carry me to my grave because

It is the very fear inside, and

It is my only friend.