The Diary of Fear

By Neha

Fear wrote in her diary,

whom she tried that day.

Not just the man's face,

but the high of his heart's pace.

Fear wrote in her diary,

what she saw in his eyes.

Not just the horror of the scenes,

but the freezing blood of his veins.

Fear wrote in her diary,

what she heard in his screech.

not just the volume of his lung,

but the shiver in his tied tongue.

Fear wrote in her diary,

what she smelt that day.

Not just the waves of his sweat,

but she brought memories he did forget.

Fear wrote in her diary,

what she tasted that day.

Not just the hatred of her existence,

but that she was felt beyond sense.

By Neha