An Apostrophe To Fear Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Drat, Fear,
approach not that near!

I am Thy escapee, -
but Thy scope's all-permeate!
Armed cap-a-pie,
Thou crawl in field and street!

My fibres are clutched at
with Thy sleazy feelers!
Thou, foul Fear, ratchet up
in exponential pillars!

Mercy, have mercy on me!
Please, loosen fatal grip!
But Fear's hardly to remit:
its noose's strangling blip!

Fear, Thou art a murder incarnate,
having brought so many to their ends!
Yet, Thou didst the daring instigate,
And men can still enjoy Thy dividends!