Fear Poem by Eli J Tod

It is not the things

In the dark of night

That spreads the wings

Of terror and fright.

It's the reality that bangs

Insistently at the door

That pounds and pounds

Till the barrier is no more.

Walls down,

It's like a wave descending

Like drowning in the deep

Its violence never ending.

It stops the heart

Within the chest

It steals the last of

Precious breath.

It's the tears that fall

Like acid rain

It's the stuff of nightmares

That chase the sane.

It's the powerless feeling

Groping uselessly around

Standing in a room

Screaming with no sound.

Its pity from those

Who don't lift a finger

When they see

Terror in your eyes

Left haunting,

To linger.