you're still running
in the dark between the
dangerous lights.
you don't hear their footsteps
any more. they may have
given up. but chasing you
with noiseless footsteps, is still
fear. when to stop running?
one day, perhaps, no longer
the faint chill sound of fear
chasing silently.
just, quieter still,
the fear of fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hear it is wise to fear, but wiser to fear..fear. lol Have not formed my own opinion yet...working on it. Well written poem.