When fear lurks,
The shadows come to life,
Dancing demons,
Swaying to and fro.
When fear lurks,
It slithers around unseen,
Whispering lies in my ears,
Its voice like nails on a chalkboard.
Sharp needles poke my neck,
My hair stands on end,
As if reaching for safety that is nowhere to be found,
And a thousand shocks echo through my body.
When fear lurks,
It will always find you,
You can never run from yourself,
Your own mind will hunt you for eternity.
Much truth in here.... evocative and well-penned. t x
Nice nice nice.. I love the wording.. Dan
A very convincing poem and easy to relate to. I almost got shivers at the 'nails on chalk board.' Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic description of fear. Ron