fear.
Fear, oh fear, with dripping eyes
Scurries forth in weak disguise.
“Fight, flight, or freeze,” it screams.
“Your mind is ripping at the seams.”
A horrid insect, cloaked in black,
Creeping, crawling, up your back,
Gives you strength or holds you still,
It bends and breaks your dying will.
But wait, dear fearful, one second more;
A word of advice as you’re out the door:
resign to apathy, that aching dance,
its hard-won epiphany is your only chance.
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Directional Poem: The Cat
whiskers to the east
stretch from the
tail in the west
the fur upon
the cat upon
the paws upon
the blessed