These fears we oppose within our every day lives;
The small things that can have the most effect
They raid our minds with their rants and screams
Prying into the inner core of vulnerability
The shadows whisper, "I fear not the dark; I belong to it."
The urge to flip the switch
The night whispers, "I fear not evil; I stand with it."
A sudden linger to remain hidden unless within rays
Never visible; Never seen
Never at a risk
And until this end, suffer and malice
They all are in joy of torturing me
Whispering their tools of destruction
But in all despite, I recite,
"Cross my heart with your dart; From my cry, you shall die."
------- Author's Notes -------
I was doing a sketch when a certain melody popped into my head, and I guess it had the sayings within quotes in my poem. It was something I used to always sing after I made it and I guess it consumes me to believe I have fears that aren't there. This poem relates in that way.
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