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 Palm Springs, California on June 06, 2019:
Powerful poem expanding on the meaning of fear.