Degree Of Fear
To some degree found everywhere,
by Ann Beard
affecting the most tender heart.
fear of the unknown sent to scare,
This instinct of which we are part.
Fear hides within a shadows core,
and reaches out to prick and tease.
Its scent is that of festered sore,
with itching of a million fleas.
Yes! mother you will feel it most,
a precious heartbeat in your care.
And you will act the charming host,
if that unwelcome guest be there.
It lurks in homes where loneliness,
hallucinates with rotting cheeks.
The pits are always bottomless,
and grating is the voice that speaks.
But just as coins can spin a change,
we shrug our shoulders play the game.
There is no end to all things strange,
like weakened fear that has no name
To some degree found everywhere.
Fear of the unknown sent to scare.