![]() ArachnophobiaA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
It was a fear I learnt, It brew as a child
No ration, no cause, fear doesn't lie It grew deep to the bone, the bond was cast To live in fear, to be plagued by the past To wither this fear, to overcome this fate I shall wear it like a badge, an anti social bait An angel shall carry this task at hand To grow out the fear, to my kin, a man The tide of pain, at first, should be held And then to engrave my fear, till it swells As all about me grew numb and shark focused It was over, thus quick, I hadn't noticed The fangs, the hair, the artistic dye The legs, the virility, the Irish pride No more shall I fear, no more shall I hide Fin, carry me home, where amongst it I lie © 2014 Kenneth Nicholas Lowe |
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Added on July 27, 2014 Last Updated on July 27, 2014 AuthorKenneth Nicholas LoweMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBorn to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..Writing
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