Fear is rain,
a promise: of no uncovered inches,
of smothered masses.
It sneaks and seeks to
consume its prey unaware,
engulfs with clammy hands.
It falls in drips and drops,
seeps into crevices once
dry and protected, safe and sheltered.
It maddens with a steady
stream of dampness, chills
marrow, imprints its betrayal
indelibly on all it touches.
Notice me, it demands,
feel me haunt you.
Fear reigns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem rand. I think I get it. What does the “H.” Stand for It’s new
All of my grandparents' names begin with H, so I use it as an homage to them in my writing.