Danielle White Poet Rhyme

The Depth of Fear

When the wispy willows wave
and the voice calls from the grave,
suddenly you're not so brave
in your damp and darkened cave.

Seeing things that cannot be,
defying logic, totally,
knees now feeling wobbly,
tilting down toward syncope.

Can you deny what you've just seen?
Convince yourself it was a dream?
What it meant, it didn't mean,
so vile, it bordered on obscene.

This memory must be kept inside;
anyone would think you lied,
words, you know, could not describe
the depth of fear in which you hide.


©Danielle White

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Debbie Guzzi March 26, 2009 at 8:14 AM I wish I could give you a hug! Words don't mean much when you feel this way. Yet, I have always found the thing I feared once faced was so much less then my imagination made it. Even death is rebirth. Love & Light

Sharon Winter March 25, 2009 at 1:24 PM Well, if this is based on reality, it seems somewhat like a traumatic experience. And you have me intrigued wondering supernatural or real. Hope all is well. Love, Shar

L'Nass Shango March 25, 2009 at 7:26 AM What a powerful use of the alliteration to inform the continuity of the emotion from beginning. Logic is post facto experience, my dear, ... the way we explain the world ... how we fail to understand the lesser will never comprehend the greater. Love