Fear Of The Unknown

Gripping and grasping
Holding too tightly
Almost gasping
None to lightly.

Moaning and mumbling
Trying to stand still
To the point of trembling
From an unknown chill.

This tunnel, this door
Of ominous black
Moves the floor
There's no going back.

I hold my breath
And close my eyes
Fearing death
To no surprise.

Passing through
Will be a nightmare
But I hold true
To what I find dear.

Hoping and praying
I will hold my own
For what ever lies laying
Knows I fear the unknown.

Reviews

[#33]

Feed the noodle for inspiration. And you will never be without words for Kelly. She wanted me to share that with you. The FB post was lovely btw.

[Dark Angel]

I'm sorry, do what?

[#33]

Yes it's correct, but Face Book wants the credit for it too. So Kelly said it's fine.

[Dark Angel]

What's the credit for what?

[#33]

For the role reversal and stage flight. It's getting ready to ship out with all the art work next month. It's so amazing, I can't wait for it to be shown. This was a big contributor and priceless. No words can express the deep appreciation we have for this kind of talent.

[Dark Angel]

What are you talking about? I haven't given permission for my work to be published anywhere but on here.

[Dark Angel]

Check your private messages please. This is not a conversation for my comments. Thank you.

[#33]

She's on facebook, I don't know her pen name on the writerscafe. I hope you respond quickly to her. It needs to be clarified before October.

[KurKota]

Ahh a pleasant writing that actually demonstrates effort toward classical rhyming and cadence, etc. :) It is refreshing, as there is so much writing that about what is best can be said is that their free form style is creative. I am guilty of it myself, even tho I am by nature, and background more trained in the traditional. Thank you for this effort and I appreciate it.