Fear – A Poem

I have seen in black and white and red,

But it is not a joke.

It is the blurring of vision,

The dry mouth and heart in throat,

The replaying of a fairground mind,

Spinning faster until you

gasp for the air that has been 

Thrown from your lungs

in an effort for you to 

Know how it will feel.

And you find your tongue making sticky sounds

While it drys in the heat of your


And the person next to you asks if you’re OK,

Or if you want a sweet.

And you smile a 

Falsehood, comforting them

but making your eyes blind.

You cannot escape until

Bedded dreams fluff your

head but even then the 

scream remains in the distant.

A muffled hum that turns

Fields into concrete,

And mouths into taunting smiles,

As monsters creep around you.


Waiting for the morning.

Published by Lilymaeportman

I'm Lily, an actor, writer & voice over artist.

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