Fear
An iron grip around my throat,
Upon my heart I seem to choke,
Emotion colours me pasty white,
A tinge of grey comes into light,
My mouth fills with the taste of bile,
A feeling that is sure a trial,
Freezes me, still in place,
As I stare into the monsters face,
A tangy smell wafts up my nose,
In the face of fear, all courage goes.
