There Is No Direction On These Fears Poem by RIC BASTASA

a trembling hand
shows to you that there is no specific
explanation for fear
the directions of the veins
bluish
do not give you the specific
symptom

for like fear
everything goes and spreads
you want to cite
a specific explanation
there is none

some let their bodies fall
at heights that will not warrant the hint of survival
but some knows the trick
the let fear pass
for all fears pass
and wait for the calming of the storm
wait for the boat
that takes you back home