Fear could be a quivering yellow,
Huddling bright against the dark
With shadows seeping in every unseen crevice
Pale, sick, unsure

Maybe it’s 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 can’t think
You can’t feel
There is
Nothing
But

Fear.