Fear Poem by Gladden Scribbles

Slowly may my soul swiftly write,
My longings and all that my heart failed to fight
Gently may l quickly tell, you heart
Your deeds and how you have driven me apart
Oh! I have loved to be a speaker,
To polish words and voice them out when they matter
But you drew me into the sea of dread
And i quivered on all I have read
Yes, to dread, I dread the masses
By not my utterance, nor by mistakes
But to me it seems, I know not how
The spirit of dread how to disallow
In this the adopted lane I hold
More dear in speech of the bold
to speak, but not to speak I know
May define its failure, and to me show
Yet, how my courage can I hold?
When my inner subject in this withholds
the spirit of dread to whom I should assure
I will fear no more.