Fear Poem by H. Rand Swansey

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.