The Fear

Fear was an irrational feeling born out of ignorance,but can you escape from its grasp?

the room was screaming in terror

it was deafening

it was in pain

the fear was creeping within me

the walls beg in mercy in its cries

it was deafening

it was in pain

the fear was building within me

the ceiling is covered in blood

it was sickening

it was in pain

the fear was quivering within me

the floor was colder than ice

it was numbing

it was in pain

the fear has taken over me

in the midst of the chaos

i cover my face with my hands

as i shiver in fear

a smile etched on this stitched mouth

you who are reading this now

Can you see it all?

Author's Note

Hello there!feel free to point out errors and recommendations on the comment box below!i hope you see a tiny bit of mystery on the poem!thank you for reading! :)
by the way,most of my cover photo for my story and poems will be made by me except for the first poem,sorry that it looks messy! XD

Reviews

[Lorry]

There is no such thing as irrational, when fear has a tight enough grip, in my opinion. It consumes from within and your font and style of writing convey the chaos of thought superbly.