I Fear... - Poem by Arturo Vargas
Every action has its reaction.
It will fire back at you like a misshappen.
No escape, and no surrender.
For must I die in this occasion, so be it,
I am not afraid to fall into the nothing,
I am not afraid of these reactions.
Fear itself is no obstacle,
it is the fear of fearing that fear which torments our mind and soul so very deeply.
So must I ask you reader,
What fears are in your petrafied soul?
are they those of death,
or maybe it´s the truth,
or perhaps it is the universal fear of the unknown.
If help is not near possible, and lightning has struck twice
then let your mind wander off on the multiple possibilities of how lightning and death are so alike,
of how it is only a matter of time until our control over our body vanishes with our very presence.
Expect the unexpected, broaden your imagintion,
imagine the unexpected, broaden your fear.
So may you ask me reader, what do you fear poet?
and may I answer you, I fear...
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Dec 4th 2009
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