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_I BECAME MY FEAR_ ~~A POEM~~ The Night *came too suddenly, As men ignited fear and thrill. The river became a haven, where loss and found entwined alike* The Storm *bemoaned the wind as air concurred the aftermath And the wailing of the dear broken souls flashed like Sun lost amidst the skies* The end *was never near The morrow was too close The night never stood still And the thoughts were too piercing* The sadness *only lingered in tears But the fear held all the lies* The fear indicted the earth The rain *sealed the tear And the tear ripped the stare The arrows began flying The assumptions began fading And only the whisper we could hear within a hollow filter beneath a broken chasm underneath a sunken crevice Through services of abysses Locked within a thousand paves of fear saddened by the river behind the years mourning the lost wanton spheres prying, yet crying at the unseen tragedy that lurks dwindling in a foreseen world, Where fear permits the doubters to wallow away in tears And so sad, they never see the light* Ovi© All right reserved/Dec 2016
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Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
~ON BECOMING FEAR~
_I BECAME MY FEAR_ ~~A POEM~~ The Night *came too suddenly, As men ignited fear and thrill. The river became a haven, where loss and found entwined alike* The Storm *bemoaned the wind as air concurred the aftermath And the wailing of the dear broken souls flashed like Sun lost amidst the skies* The end *was never near The morrow was too close The night never stood still And the thoughts were too piercing* The sadness *only lingered in tears But the fear held all the lies* The fear indicted the earth The rain *sealed the tear And the tear ripped the stare The arrows began flying The assumptions began fading And only the whisper we could hear within a hollow filter beneath a broken chasm underneath a sunken crevice Through services of abysses Locked within a thousand paves of fear saddened by the river behind the years mourning the lost wanton spheres prying, yet crying at the unseen tragedy that lurks dwindling in a foreseen world, Where fear permits the doubters to wallow away in tears And so sad, they never see the light* Ovi© All right reserved/Dec 2016
If fear loves company, fear has enough
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Dec 17, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
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