Fear

By Dr. Bhavya K.G

Fear, clasping its claw around me.

Tying to fight.

Bite if off.

Wearing out me and you.

Asleep, I am.

Fear,

It is, my dear.

The dark shadows that cover the moon.

Ringing in my ears, the music of solitude.

4am, when the birds see the morning.

Tired are my eyes, mind flying off.

Fear.

That I stand below,

Under the foot of that thick heel.

That I will have no answer,

To the pointing tongue that kills,

With words that I do not follow.

Fear,

It has not left.

A bit here and a bit there.

When the moon goes high in the sky,

What makes me cold?

Pour into my words, that you have never.

Pull me out of this growing knot.

I fear.

Not of you.

But of myself.

By Dr. Bhavya K.G