What is fear?
Voices screaming inside
Your mind until you are
Nothing but an empty,
Broken shell.
Past words reflecting
Those voices until
All of them chorus
Together and turn
Into one single boom.
A candle lit aflame
In the vast shadows,
Darkened from the
Cracked window
Panes of reality.
Breaking out of
Vacant prisms made
Of wallowing figures
That drag you back
Like a dead weight
Because they are
Drifting in loneliness.
An endless sea or
Void that appears
To be a small hole,
But has no stairs
Unless you build a
Ladder using bare
Scraping fingers.
A mindless object or
Place that is never
Ending and unrelenting
Because it is bottomless,
Like a rusted cage with
Some hefty ideas that
Lure in droplets that are
Blind and deaf to the
Sharp tipped hook.
An inescapable emotion
That leads to dim paths
Of foolery and mistrust
That will never stop unless
The creator of it turns and
Becomes the destroyer to
Make all of everything
End.
That merciless being
Who helps minds
Grow stronger from
Weakness and gain
Wisdom to carry
Alongside journal entries
That are well worn out
But always traveling.
What is fear, again?
Too many definitions.