On Becoming Fear Poem by Ovi Odiete

The Nightcame too suddenly,
As men ignited fear and thrill.
The river became a haven, where loss and found entwined alike
The Storm *bemoaned the wind as air concurred the aftermath
And the wailing of the dear broken souls flashed like Sun lost amidst the skies

The endwas never near
The morrow was too close
The night never stood still
And the thoughts were too piercing
The sadnessonly lingered in tears
But the fear held all the lies
The fear indictedthe earth
The rainsealed the tear
And the tear ripped the stare
The arrows began flying
The assumptions began fading
And only the whisper we could hear
within a hollow filter
beneath a broken chasm
underneath a sunken crevice
Through services of abysses
Locked within a thousand paves of fear
saddened by the river behind the years
mourning the lost wanton spheres
prying, yet crying at the unseen tragedy
that lurks dwindling in a foreseen world,
Where fear permits the doubters to wallow away in tears
And so sad, they never see the light