Fear whispers in the night.
"Come,"
the voice of a fallen angel.
A voice like wind chimes
being dragged down a gravel road.
Like a harp
tumbling down a staircase.
Fear slithers from under a tinct veil of doubt,
that dark curtain hung behind my eyes.
Fear is there,
disguised as apathy.
Sopping with facades.
Laden with guilt.
Fear is here and I see it clearly.
I wonder if everyone else does too.