The Death Of Fear

Paralysis
Analysis
loathing and fret

Brings about things
we long to forget

Creating a life
from worry and fear
steals away joy
takes life out of gear

We rush to our tombs
and will not escape
the trickle of sand
and karma stones laid

A path
well unknown
lies clearly ahead
If that path is fear
We're already dead

by Lee Gallaher

Comments (1)

I like this poem, it flew sharp as an arrow and right on target! Cheers, Anita