To some degree found everywhere, <br />affecting the most tender heart. <br />fear of the unknown sent to scare, <br />This instinct of which we are part. <br /> <br />Fear hides within a shadows core, <br />and reaches out to prick and tease. <br />Its scent is that of festered sore, <br />with itching of a million fleas. <br /> <br />Yes! mother you will feel it most, <br />a precious heartbeat in your care. <br />And you will act the charming host, <br />if that unwelcome guest be there. <br /> <br />It lurks in homes where loneliness, <br />hallucinates with rotting cheeks. <br />The pits are always bottomless, <br />and grating is the voice that speaks. <br /> <br />But just as coins can spin a change, <br />we shrug our shoulders play the game. <br />There is no end to all things strange, <br />like weakened fear that has no name <br /> <br />To some degree found everywhere. <br />Fear of the unknown sent to scare. <br /> <br />Roan Mar.2008<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/degree-of-fear/
