Eerie Poem by Robert R. Railey

Eerie

Mysterious and chilling, are ever the feelings, that never seem to leave us; been there before, in your first life, possibly, and you know what they'll say without even hearing
Stranger than fiction, but more real than history, is the act of living while still fearful of the mystery
It could be something as simple as a glance, or as quaint as a stare, but we really don't want to look for we already know what'll most likely be there
But then once the door has been fully opened, and we enter, we'll say, I know that I've been here before
And even though sleep time warns us of the need to beware, it's always the wake time that tells us when it's not safe to dare
Hopefully, though, we'll continue to be given the warning that comes right before flight or fight; and then along with, of course, the adrenaline rush that gives us the strength to flee
But strange as it may seem, we tend to enjoy that feeling of peace and calm that comes right before the storm; but never fear, the terror will always return to haunt us
And then along with that feeling of fear is the stark realization that this might actually be the day that we die; and which then brings us back to the shock and torture of it all as we try to overcome our fears
Amazingly, though, once the calmness takes over, and our brain once again begins to function, we'll pray for the thoughts that'll help us to escape
However, we might also wonder if it's that far distant memory of the Saber Tooth Tiger, or perhaps it's only the sounds of the night, or possibly an unknown enemy
Eventually, though, the heart will beat slower as we finally come to realize that we've been given a reprieve
But as it always happens, that acrid taste of metal in our mouths will once again remind us of our own mortality until finally we realize that we have been given another day to live
Therefore, we should always make the most of each day; for lest we forget, the next time just might be our last
Most likely, though, it'll only be a portent of how, when, and where it'll happen again; but until then, we'll continue to live in the fear of its eeriness