Fear Poem by Theodore Foster

It is a disease spreading from person to person,
Infecting them all,
It is death,
Carrying you screaming away,
It follows you,
Watching and waiting,
Until you believe,
It is no longer there,
It is a parasite,
Imbedding itself into your skin,
Sucking your energy away,
It is a full moon,
Bringing life
To the creatures of the night,
It is a war,
Fighting its way,
To everyone,
It is black,
As the night sky,
It is as painful,
As a million cuts,
Fear.