Fear changes.
It evolves
as time edges
ever onwards and the world revolves.
As a child I believed
I'd be eaten alive by the earth,
drowning in quicksand
as it creeps, scratching at my eyes.
Spontaneous human combustion
would burn me to a crisp,
as the flickering flames lick,
hot and fiery at my fearful face.
I wonder would it taste the tears?
and would they make it
grimace in pain?
As a child
I feared acid rain.
I screamed in high pitched tones
at the thought of my skin slipping
from my bones, pain ripping,
dripping into a liquid sludge,
but then I remembered
that in my fears, the piranhas
had already taken my skin,
even my ears.
So, my bones were
the least of my worries.
As a child I feared
the monster beneath my bed.
Which was odd as my bed didn't have legs.
He would grab at me as I slept,
with fingers sharp and serrated.
Oh, the tears I wept,
but that fear soon abated
as to sit under my bed,
any monster would have to be
as thin as a sheet.
I feared the Bermuda triangle,
a place I didn't expect to survive.
Yet so far, I've managed just fine.
Just avoided travelling
across those three lines.
I feared monsters that lurked,
that creepy church,
but I never feared the darkness,
and now I fear people
more than any of this.
I fear losing my voice, feeling alone,
I fear leaving my home
and not being able to cope.
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