I don't fear nothing at all, <br />but when nothing becomes something <br />and it growls with sparkling pointed white teeth, <br />i shake in my shoes and <br />my legs quake beneath; <br />and i run and i hide and think darkly inside <br />and remember (as much as i can) , <br />I don't fear nothing at all; and, <br />nothing becomes something <br />and that something is tall, <br />and it casts a great shadow <br />that blocks out the light, <br />('cause i'm small) . <br />Then i run in the shadows <br />and tremble with fright. <br />until i remember <br />(as best as i might) <br />It's nothing i'm fearing <br />(nothing, that's all!): <br />but it's dark in the shadows <br />with ropes that can bind, <br />and i can't clearly see <br />what it is that I find. <br />I think it's a poisonous snake <br />that can hiss <br />until finally i get that snake <br />out of my head, <br />and wake up to find there is nothing (to fear) , <br />I am alone and there really is not <br />something else here.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-to-worry-about/
