Fear is in the eyes
of all those lost,
of all those forgotten,
of all those living,
and all that pools
with sentient emotion.
Fear is in the eyes
of all those caught,
of all those murdered,
of all those bleeding,
and all that cries
with tears too dry.
Fear is in the eyes
of the dainty-hearted,
of the sleep-induced,
of the living ghosts,
and all that dreams
with a face too pale.
Fear is in the eyes
of the cold blooded,
of the silent killer,
of the deadly seducer,
and all that tastes blood.
Fear is in the eyes
and the tight throat,
the drowning lungs,
the throbbing head,
and all that is a nightmare.
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ShanRippWriting
Aug 06, 2019
Your imagery is impeccable in this poem. Our eyes give so much of ourselves away.
Shannon Ripp