He felt the fear a soldier would feel
As they are hunted, maimed on battlefields
At least that's how he would describe
The unnerving sense of danger ascribed
He felt the weight of the world like Atlas
With a mighty boulder of guilt to confess
While there was no ferocious stone to endure
It would crush him like one, he was sure
He felt he was in the darkness so black
With no light to guide the way back,
Even though there was the Sun in the sky
No sense of the truth could he try
George Escram, that quiet old fool
Felt fear, weight, and darkness would rule
He only had to step into the world to see
That it was waiting for him to simply breathe
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Author:
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A wonderful poem about fear and its paralyzing aspects but how in reality it is the fear itself that we fear. Lovely
A lovely write about sometimes we let fear over come us and the impact it can have, as they say the greatest fear you can have is fear itself, nicely expressed and written
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