The strongest, most powerful worstest fear of all
Is the one where what you fear is actually nothing at all
The fear that is generated out of thin air
Is the one of which you must be the most beware
For if you don’t know what it is, that leaves you trembling weak
How can you overcome it, you don’t know where it sleeps
Your enemy is invisible, elusive and adept
At not allowing you, to know where it is kept
You search in every corner, every nook and cranny
But not a trace do you find, for it is far too canny
You cannot get a single glimpse, but you certainly feel its power
It has you where it wants you, in a perpetual cower
There must be a way of conquering this evil freak
Of stopping it from causing all the havoc that it wreaks
And if you are so lucky as to find out what it is
Can you please, please tell me, you really are a whiz
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alessandra, nice poem! It reminded me of what Winston Churchill (I think?) once said, 'The only thing you have to fear is fear itself...' Brian