Fear Burns
Fear clings to my clothes like smoke,
lingering thick into my flesh,
forming a salty sweat upon my brow.
It plays the molten tricks of mind.
Smouldering slowly amongst dying embers
until, my ravaged soul burns out.
Fear rages wildfire on flammable esteem
and niggles, like ash, in a bloodshot eye.
Dampened only by a flood of tears.
Oh what a tyrant! So intrusive and corrosive!
Leaving my mind a scorched charcoal,
and allowing the kindling of sorrow to reignite.
11/03/2020
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