Fear

A silencer that speaks not of itself Waiting for the beckoning to come It shuts its ears from speech But listens to the heart Where comes the enticement You perceive it like its the enticer You see it like it is inescapable But fail to remember its helplessness By the ignorance of the fact That it waits It smiles At the conversations of the heart of some Who sit on the fence But gets a setback by those of others Who have crossed on You give it the power to leap From the point where it waits To the beckoning heart By the inexistence of willpower Which is revealed in thoughts Like a magnet, it leaps Straight into the weak heart Cheerfully gives out its pseudo strength And engulfs the strength in the heart With which it is able to do more Which puts a smile on its lean face It shakes it tails At the sight of the weak heart But shivers at the sight of the courageous one Which makes it a coward Which joys at the weakness of the weak.