The night awakes and frees my fear
From banished depths of deepest time.
It surfaces into my thoughts
Irrational and undefined.
I feel it in my finger tips,
In every word on frozen lips,
And at my shrinking soul it nips,
Pure, dark and unrefined.
I own this fear
Or it owns me
And I shall never be set free.
Author notes
Written March 25th, 2005
A contest entry
- Honor the True Elegance of Poetry by qnhoneybee.
750 points, ended April 1, 2005, 12 entries
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I felt a lot of emotions in this piece of poetry. Unfortunately ones I can relate to all to well. Sometimes we can be riddled by an undefined fear that seems to come out of nowhere. I think this poem actually describes an anxiety disorder very well whether you intended it to be that way or not, you give understanding to this in this poem.
Thank-you for entering the contest!
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