Fear

Invisible bars

Phantom jailor

Ghosts of doom

Cornered in an empty room

Blinded in the sunlight

Most potent when undefined

Fear is a lie of the mind

Carving a grave for its followers

Frozen inside self-defense

Unable to remember what was beautiful

Words become daggers

It’s too dark out

We’re too old

We’re too young

Fear stomping its feet

Beating the drum

Crying out for vengeance

Fear wants to name a foe

It wants control

Won’t let go of its vice grip on the wheel of a sinking ship

Fear

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