An Epitome Of Fear! Poem by Milova Matthias

I have tasted death.
It's the same with sleep.
I have been buried alive without a grave.
It's the same with wretchedness.
Poverty and loneliness.
I have been taking my baths without water.
It happens when you cry your eyes out.

Fear jumped inside my womb.
And leaps up like an 'ole' but not for joy.
I am an epitome of fear.
Yes! An epitome of fear.
For it drills deep inside me.
Who can know it?

Fear of all tropes, of all kinds.
Xenophobia - I thud like pestle in a mortal.
Once I meet a stranger.
Fate phobia - fear of fate.
Of myself, who I'd become.
Fear of loneliness, disgrace and disappointments.
They all found their abode.
Inside my small belly.
And now I am pregnant of them.

It's been two years, twice it run its course.
And the paunchy balloon is becoming a disgrace.
But I mustn't give birth to this child.
For it is bitterness so corrosive to destroy.
It has lasted me with poverty, loneliness.
And failure even behind rails of iron bars.

The fear that I'd never find love.
Or id lose the one I loved like a habit.
So what am I to do with this blessing.
That I received through cursing.
Whether fear or phobia.
It is for me to abort it.
With the medicine of the mind.
Which only could curb its waves.
For it destroys rapidly like thunderbolt.
And I'd rather be a fool.
Than give myself to fear again.