Graham Jones Poems
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Fear Of The Unknown.
I come now from those foreign places
Unknown to those with hidden faces
Bedecked and different, for them to leer
As one unknown, something to fear
Am I not I that you can see?
What is the fear you see in me?
This faceless one, that makes you quake
I hold no fear its what you make
Deceive yourself if that you may
And cringe from that which spells decay
I hold no terrors in these hands
I am but a vessel to unknown lands
There is nothing to fear but fear itself
Of what, the memory of love or wealth
You will take my hand, make no mistake
Blood Of The Innocents.
Grey days and the blackest of nights
Revealed by the dawn, the most terrible sights
Confusion runs wild, amid ruins and smoke
Pursued by emotions of anger and hope
Lives that are lost, In the blink of an eye
While friends disappear without even goodbye
Where courage and cowerdice now go hand in hand
Fear being the bond, mixing blood in the sand