Frightened By Your Love
I see that you don’t understand
when I look into your eyes.
I can’t find the words to say
to help you realize.
You reach for me and I react
I’m tense from head to toe.
So many things about my heart
that you might never know.
So often it’s been broken
when push comes down to shove.
I’ve got to find a way to show,
I’m frightened by your love.
So pure it seems to me to be,
untainted by this world.
How can it last or make it past
this storm where I am hurled.
The ugly that my eyes have seen
from love that’s come undone.
It’s hard for me to just believe
I’ll ever find the one.
It might be that you and me
Would fit just like a glove.
But baby it don’t change the fact
I’m frightened by your love.
Edwin C Hofert
Yes, I am frightened.
I am frightened of being frightened.
My unsound mind,
dwells among dark shadows quaffing silence,
where the quadriplegic dead beckon,
a sea spewing out skeletal remains
of ancient swimmers.
Sounds of calcified castanets haunt my dreams.
Accusatory cranial eyes stare at me
and bony fingers point in my direction.
My crimson blood turns blue.
Oh! The fear, the fright that one day
I too will become unfleshed like them.
the crow was shaking, his feet could barely land
He had recently come from graves near the sand
What has frightened you? I asked, watching him squirm.
Was it a devil, a Dracula, a ghoul, a snake or a worm?
Have you ever read Poe? He asked me with a quaking beak.
I had actually read a few of his missives just last week.
His words are frightening, they terrified me forevermore he said.
Don’t worry, I told him, ravens will handle it and Poe is dead.
I crawl in the dark
With slimy cave walls
And dripping water
That lands on my back
I hear bats moving
And make my way out
I woke up frightened, a girl lost in an abyss of terrifying dreams,
Where sweat flows like a rain of stars on the sky of the endless night,
I worry, for I used to not know fear when you were by my side,
But now I feel the shadows of the world reaching silently for my soul,
I wonder what you feel when my name echoes like a memory,
If I still have a small place in your heart, to cross your thoughts,
A joy that blooms like a rose or a relief that melts away,
Are you sad, like an autumn sky, or perhaps in tears like summer rain?
How do you feel if these are my last breaths, fragile as butterfly wings,
How do you feel if the feet that ran to you can no longer rise?
How do you feel, when in the silence of the night, only the wind tells our stories,
When my dreams dissipate at dawn, like the smoke of a forgotten candle?
In the depths of my soul, I search for answers in the labyrinth of shadows,
I try to find solace in the thought that maybe you still look back,
Through the veil of time and silence, in search of a thread of light,
For my heart still beats in a rhythm that secretly bears your name.
I held the hand
of a madman
hiding in Hollyhocks
blending with ogres,
eerie in tombs,
chasing stars through
their animal shapes;
others, a witch
to their ghosts, anew,
those gardens
though full, were
dark worlds at night
Oooh I am so totally frightened now said Lion Number One.
Lion Tamer Cray-cray looks stupid; this will be much fun!
Does he think the chair will stop me? Asked Lion Number Two.
They lay on the floor of the circus laughing, annoying Cray-Cray too.
The frightened cat with a ho ho ho
Turned inward to stare at a spirit named Joe
We had to move him to let our gardener mow
The cat began yelling “whoa! Whoa! Whoa!”
The ground beneath him began to glow.
A vine or two came out and gave a show.
The frightened cat hid underneath a large rhino.
He was terrified of the witch’s foe.
Frightened to take two
Her soul was clenched in the hand's of evil, A strident deafening scream reverberating in her mind,
Searching for where she's broken the most, Trying to collect shattered pieces that are hard to find,
Even the faintest of lives light disappeared, Leaving her to confront dark thought's for a while,
Blindly stumbling through saddened day after day, Constant loneliness hovering making her fragile,
Others oblivious to her heartache retaining her struggle, A chaotic mind confused and lost in every form,
Ardently staying as strong as can be,
Undoubtedly the personification of frail is outworn.
It's in there I know it is I saw it,
It made my skin crawl,
My mouth is dry,
Backing away not knowing what to do,
The family is out there is only the dog,
What should I do?
I'm terrified but I need the loo,
It's still in the bath I've seen it,
I look away it's no good it has to go,
The shower washes it down the plug hole,
Relief
Darkness covers me,
They walk the night wanting blood,
That's me ..... you,
Hiding will not help me,
They find us through body heat,
I move on quietly.
Fangs that drip blood,
Lips curled up,
Red eyes that hypnotise,
How can they be real ???,
Vampires are a myth so I was told,
Yet they are hunting me,
Stalking me wanting my blood,
I run but cannot get away,
I need the sun to come up,
It's to late.
Sometimes in life we are in a very dark place
Sad and fearless stuck at our base
Confidence and enthusiasm totally shattered
Struggling to work out what really matters
All sense of reality is out of control
Searching within to find our soul
Looking for reasons with a glimmer of hope
Exhausting all avenues trying to cope
Tears came streaming down my face
Wondering about that happy place
Anxious upset almost trembling
Frightened and scared reaching for an ending
Thoughts and emotions constantly unstable
If only in life I was ready and able
Here is to conquering a new chapter in life
Never giving up without a fight
I was not made for the hutch
No Wire fence to keep me in
A bedroom light my search light
I’m a Frabbit set me free
To these four walls I must conform
Someone’s else’s rules obey
Your life controlled by fear
Regards what your masters do or say
From the meadow to the woodpile
I fear the acts of man
I wish to escape, begin living in colour
Set this frightened rabbit free.
Child too informed
What is to become of us?
A worried eight-year-old asks.
Child is frightened.
The family is a train wreck.
Every day worse than the last.
Why do adults share
Horrible possibilities
With their anxious young children?
Yesterday delightful. Sixty degrees.
Could have warmed us up.
I hid in the house, frightened by the love of it.
Today I am sitting in my yard, wearing zebra pajamas.
A zip up suit with a pink fringed hood and a tail.
The tail is not comfortable, but cute.
The wind is brisk, almost too much so.
I do not care.
I am content.
Soaking up nature’s offerings.
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