Is it just me? <br />Or does everyone see? <br /> <br />No, how can they see <br />invisible fears? <br />They are only for me, <br />me and my tears. <br /> <br />Will I be free <br />from this vexed reality? <br /> <br />At least it's not me, <br />not me only. <br />Everyone has feared, <br />all their hearts are seared. <br /> <br />Could I burn with fire <br />these situations dire? <br /> <br />Others escape fearsome waters in sleep, <br />but my fears have seeped too deep. <br />In their terror they shake. <br />I slither and quake. <br /> <br />Fear's voice is as a harp. <br />It adorns itself invisibly sharp. <br />It tries to rise anew, <br />but I'll deck its grave with yew.<br /><br />Soren Valentine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invisible-fears/
