The closest to me, most primal feeling in every human.
I wondered what fear means for me for the longest time.
It's emptiness...
Devoid of meaning, emotion, color, smell or shape...
But...it's there...it exists.
It's not living, yet you can feel it's cold breath sending shivers down your spine, shaking your very existence.
It can't touch you, yet you can feel its grip on your throat.
Suffocating...
Suffocating...
It seethes, it stirs deep down inside every single one of us.
It clouds our thoughts, it ties our tongues.
It seeks...it finds...it destroys...
YOU ARE READING
Prison of The Six Walls
PoetryJust random thoughts born with the help of my nonexistent mental health and severe drinking habit.
