Fear

What is fear?

 

Is it the monster hiding in the closet?

Or is it the disembodied screams of the night?

Is it the like tremors of an earthquake?

Or the silence of the dead?

Is it like the wind in the trees on a winter night?

 

Maybe it's like a predator stalking the street

Or the glint of an unseen eye.

 

But maybe it does not exist at all.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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