Portraits

Please my fear come talk to me,
explain the images I'm forced to see.
They have desire talking to despair,
talking of each other and what they share.
Love is angry and locked out hope,
wit is complaining about the ending rope.
Disgust and surprise high as kites,
the images imagination they excite.
Frustration sets anxieties weight,
please fear explain them straight.
Uneasy yet the images so clear,
portraits of everything I fear.