On the mountain of fear
As high as the apex height
Blending with rain of image
Making heart glow and melt.
Far and near the reach grow
In reproach and unending quell
On the ground lays mirror of
An disgust that bonds with ache.
Man stay bold like the giant at war
An ghastly gas waving in the sight
Accompanying man and his gods
To bail self to give in to the inferior.
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Fear is a bunch of frightening shadows, shadows have no substance. It is usually only a magnified reflection of something small, that's why in standing boldly up to fear you often find it inconsequential. A lovely poem, well articulated and penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.