Where Darkness Abides

In a world consumed by fears untold,

Where shadows dance and doubts unfold,

I seek solace in verses, where poetry resides,

As I paint my fears, where darkness abides.

Fear of seeing sirens pierce the night,

As blue and red flicker, a chilling sight,

Fear of slumber's embrace, elusive and fleet,

The dread of restless nights, where dreams retreat.

Fear of the past, a ghostly apparition,

Haunting memories, an ever-present condition,

And fear of the present, slipping away,

As time sails swiftly, without delay.

Fear of the telephone's eerie chime,

In the depths of night, a chilling rhyme,

Fear of storms, lightning's wicked dance,

Cracking through the sky, nature's wild expanse.

Fear of the cleaning lady's blemished cheek,

A face marked by life, the fear turns bleak,

And fear of innocent dogs who won't bite,

Yet whispers in the wind question what is right.

Fear of anxiety, its relentless sway,

Controlling the mind, where peace should lay,

And the fear of facing the dead friend's end,

Identifying a body, a sorrow that won't mend.

Fear of lacking and fear of excess,

In a world that judges, we're left to confess,

Fear of psyches, superficially judged,

In a world of assumptions, cruelly grudged.

Fear of tardiness, yet fear of being first,

Anxiety's paradox, this fear-filled burst,

Fear of my children's handwriting, a plea,

That their lives surpass mine, forever free.

Fear that guilt may sting, when loved ones depart,

A haunting remorse, a heavy heart,

And fear of aging, with my mother in tow,

A burden shared, the fear of ebb and flow.

Fear of perplexity, thoughts astray,

Lost in the labyrinth, where reason may sway,

And the fear that the day will sorrowfully end,

Leaving wounds unhealed, a message to send.

Fear of waking to find you're no more,

An empty void, where love did once pour,

And fear that my love may harm those dear,

A double-edged sword, sorrowful and clear.

Fear of mortality, life's unknown door,

The fear of our essence, forevermore,

Fear of time's passage, a breathless race,

Afraid of living, yet fearing death's embrace.

In this cocafany of fears, I weave my plea,

To find solace in poetry, to set them free,

For in the rhythm of words, fear finds release,

An elegy of fears, where they may find peace. ("Where Darkness Abides") by Courtney Weaver Jr.