'' Imagination '' Poem by Bri Mar

Why are we afraid,
Of what we can't see,
The price to be paid?
Will cause a melee.

You hear a sound,
There's no-one there,
You hear your heart pound,
You feel such despair.

The touch of a hand,
You're sure you felt,
This wasn't planned,
It makes your heart melt,

As you make haste,
Your mouth goes dry,
There's an odious taste,
You cannot belie.

Then you take fright,
From what you don't know,
There's nothing in sight,
It's but fear you sow.

Are you in Hell,
You shout, please disappear,
What is that smell?
I'll tell you, it's fear.

You put up a defence,
What's this aberration,
It's your unique seventh sense,
Called,

‘' Imagination ‘'