Fear Ran
Fear ran rampant through the streets of all the cities, escalating wows and tribulations.
It holds back the manifestations of life’s improvements, because of apprehensions.
It knocks on every door in the neighborhood causing chaos, bedlam, and despair.
It is a muffled whisper in the mind of many, permeating and penetrating the atmosphere.
Fear is bent on destroying lives without the slightest bit of care.
Worry is the child of fear and he leaves his siblings everywhere.
Fear kills the desires of a person and scoffs at his great ideas and says don’t you even dare.
Positive thoughts produce positive results, so fear festers ideas of envy, malice, and despair.
Fear came upon a humble house near the edge of the wood.
Fear shook and rattled at the front door and shouted obscenities as loud as he could.
Fear banged and kicked at the door yelling things that to the biggest and strongest man, would scare.
Love answered the door and found no one standing there.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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