Poetry from the heart
Fear is the feeling I dread the most,
My soul is haunted by its veiled presence:
I am embraced by its cloak of armour.
Fear is the red eyed beast,
That is my reflection.
It is the time-bomb that is failure,
The nightmares of past rejections
That keeps returning.
I cower under my duvet, and pray for them to w=end.
This is fear-a four lettered word.