Invisible Fears
Is it just me?
Or does everyone see?
No, how can they see
invisible fears?
They are only for me,
me and my tears.
Will I be free
from this vexed reality?
At least it's not me,
not me only.
Everyone has feared,
all their hearts are seared.
Could I burn with fire
these situations dire?
Others escape fearsome waters in sleep,
but my fears have seeped too deep.
In their terror they shake.
I slither and quake.
Fear's voice is as a harp.
It adorns itself invisibly sharp.
It tries to rise anew,
but I'll deck its grave with yew.
poem by Soren Valentine
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