Fear - Poem by Sara Stowell
Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn,
the dark night brings the things thought gone,
no morbid mood or loss contained,
feigned pride resides inside this pain.
The dreadful dark of dreams means fear,
as shades and shadows now appear,
in early morning forming light,
selecting scenes and stealing sight.
No pill can still the shakened will
consuming and seducing still,
the brevity and clarity
of ones own personality.
To realize reality
is nothing more than what you see
inside the prism of your mind,
confirming evil there to find.
Each day may start and part in fear,
(relief is just belief made clear)
when you're confounded all around
your ears will hear and fear strange sound.
And all the things that you once knew,
depended on a vision view
that took the book of facts and claims
and mastered making names and games.
The fear that clears your dreary dreams,
will float around your moat of schemes,
to leave you neat but not alone,
for fear is near its final home.
Now so confused, bemused and used;
these dreams and schemes leave you abused.
What right or might or higher sight
do dark dreams seem to glean each night?
Now lost inside you cannot hide,
forsaking all your waking pride;
what curst incursion must be made
to take and make you not afraid.
Fear will hover over sorrow,
reaching, leaching living marrow
deep within the bin of bone,
this fear can reach and not atone.
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