The Fear
I stopped - quietened my breath
to a merest ration of air
so as to isolate
the sound I heard coming
from where two glowing eyes
peered out of the dark.
It was as if a fear
had found a form to possess
and from a distance
observe me to find
an opening
through which to enter.
Reason had me pulling
the moment apart
to see what would fit
a name and thus trap
the unexplained
in a cage of fact.
But whatever it was
had quietly disappeared
and left me there
uneasy, troubled by the notion
that it had found a way
to infiltrate air.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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