Fear could be a quivering yellow, Huddling bright against the dark With shadows seeping in every unseen crevice Pale, sick, unsure
Maybe itβs a blood maroon Whose stench invades the arteries In a disgusting, thrumming onslaught As a red heart roars
Or an icy white nihility With its intense blankness That bends meekly, inferior Against the immense pallid void
But I declare the truth Fear is a poisonous violet Which clouds your senses And you canβt think You canβt feel There is Nothing But
Fear.
this SEEMS rushed, but it actually took a very long while to choose the words! the poem is sort of a personal experience, as i used my ideasthesia (specifically my word-->color ideasthesia) to choose them!