Fear Poem by Elannia Lake

Fear is dark grey
Not silver or black
It hides its smell behind anger and rage
Holding it’s true feelings back

The taste is difficult to determine
Theres a faint trace of sweetness
So long suppressed, vainly held in
That its nearly non-existent

It sounds like a child
who’s been long forgotten
And stopped trying to be noticed, pretends to be fine
And now stays so distant

It feels hurt, deceived
With a knife in the back
It lives not in the front of your mind
But the back, where safety’s intact