Fear Poem by Eli Anderson

Fear, expresses no emotion.
It neither wraps itself
In cotton anger, or
Brittle sanity.
It lives in the deepest part;
Of your dream.
Taking up room -
Where the life-force should be.

This living ghost,
Consumes.
It does not chew it's food,
It devours it.
No table is enough to
Satisfy it's cravings.
When every opportunity feeds
Until you disbelieve.

This blanket, snug;
Comfortable to the suck,
Warms our realities.
Snuggy protection.
We can lose ourselves in
It's embrace -
Cover our heads and
Pray the monsters stay outside.

Fear controls what little we
See, feel, hear and taste.
Tho' we do what is wrong,
And think all that is right,
We are caged by our experience.
Now, though the bars,
Our eyes are forced to see
Monsters.
The monsters that will compromise
Our every move,
Ourselves.