The Spook Poem by Stephen Gradwell

A spook lurks in my ear,
It helps channel my fear into something else,
Makes me want to do something,
It's energy I shouldn't be proud of.

And we all feel the same, deep down, why?
Some more open, some conceited, occasionally brutal,

We'll get along because were the same,
But we both have to agree on whom to blame,
We have to find a place to share.

But stick us in a room with a gun, no audience,
Not one shot will be fired, either way,
So what is the meaning of the spook?
Why are we afraid of each other?