Frightened looks like crooked smiles,
trying to lure you in.
It sounds like silence,
except your own thoughts racing away.
It tastes like nothing,
for you are too numb with fear.
It smells like an odorless fume,
ready to consume you.
Frightened feels like you are being watched,
with no way to escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem