I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

As the circle closes

Around us we feel

The fear of it,

Yet we know not

What it is we fear.

As we are backed

Up in the corner

As the darkness comes

Surrounding us.

What do we think of first?

Is it of the past?

Is it of the fear?

Fear of course!

Its all around you

Deadening your feet,

Freezing your body.

Run!

Run? Where do we run?

© 2019 Wendy Engela

Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 06, 2019:

Nice post.

Darkness brings a fear of its own. It shows up to us in many forms.

Good write.

Mark Tulin from Santa Barbara, California on June 06, 2019:

Powerful poem expanding on the meaning of fear.