Where fear lies

 

A long night.

One of those

where you can't

smell the rain

for the shit in the air.

The stench of rancid affairs

and too many stolen tears, dripping,

pooling through advancing years,

seeping deeper into your skin,

until you have all but washed away.

All that is left is

the diseased sin of wishing

that you could turn the clock back

and begin again,

or wipe the clock away entirely

and not exist within this timestream of agony.

 

You contemplate the future.

No use, no future can you see

through the ever-murkier view.

All you see ahead of you

is a deepening tunnel of darkness.

A station with no happiness due.

You search in vain for an answer,

or a miniscule clue in the misery rain.

You look all around for ways to make

the days seem less of a strain.

Less confusing, less like a sound

that is chasing you down,

beginning to pound its feet,

in a race with your own heartbeat

and it's currently winning this heat.

 

But fear of what lies in human hearts

always scares more

than any animal bite or bark.

It lurks darker than any monster

creeping where you need to embark.

It causes us to seek escape, panic, flee.

Down a bottle to take away the misery.

Any means of escape, is easier

than looking out at what we

are too scared to see.

 

So, we run, we flee we drink.

Feigning that we are happy,

When inside all we can smell is the stink.

The shit, when we should smell the rain

cleansing the air of it.

We avoid looking

at where the hurt truly resides.

Where it has burrowed down to hide.

Deep inside.

If we just take it out,

show it the light, cuddle it tight,

it will learn that the world

is not just things that cause fright.

Then we would all

be on a more joyful ride.

 

 

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