Fear!
How it makes simple things unclear…
Left to grow,
Left to show,
It holds back the invisible foe.
But the cost?
What of what is lost?
Always watched, Always known,
Always with a cover blown...
What comes with this change,
If not but danger from such an exchange?
For the threat moves closer still,
And gives the power to something with a far greater chill...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Philip, such a superb poem👍👍👍