If fear was a person it would look different to everyone
Some would wear it on their shirt
Some would hide it under the rug
Some would sing about it
And some would just be silent
But it would always be there
Like a stalker peeking in a window
Or like a michrophone hidden in their clothes
Making them feel threatened
Making them feel alone
Making them feel uncomfortable
It would be a blessing and a curse
It would make you do the right thing or sometimes the wrong thing
It would love to give advise and it would love to see how it works out for you
It would hope for the worst
It would be vengeful and deceitful and angry
It would eat you away like moths at wool coats
Gnawing away the best parts of you until only the undesirable is left
It would be your best friend one day and your worst enemy the next
It would feed off of your deepest hopes and desires and fears, whispering in your ear "Your not good enough"
It would discover your worst secrets and threaten you so the fear of being exposed is always sitting in the back of your mind leaving a taste of bile in your throat and a sinking feeling in your stomach.
It would remind you of your worst moments, your most horrible deeds and things you've tried and tried to forget
It would remind you of your losses, people that you've lost and people who have turned away from you and stood against you with your worst enemy
It would be the woman who cheats on her husband filled with rage, hiding the terrible secret of infidelity
It would be the pimp who rapes underage children, sucking the inocence out of their helpless bodies before they have the time to live or discover the strenght to defend themselves or find the courage within themselves to say no
It would be the murderer who sneaks into an old couples house at night, steals everything they have and lays on top of them stifling their screams as he slowly, torturously kills them, watching as their innocent frail bond of love shrivels and dies beneath his hand
It would be the worst person you could think of, laughing at the pain of others
But it would also be the thing that motivates you to be better, to not do the unimaginable things that you see on the news, the things you could never imagine even in your wildest dreams
So at the end of the day, is fear always a bad thing?
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Severed Silence
PoetryPoetry~ the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. ie. Talking about a special thing in a special way And these things are special My goal is to write at least one poe...
