fear is a gun
lurking at the bottom of each endless closet
each dust covered corner,
hidden in the shadows,
drenched and dripping of untold horrors.
and oncve you notic it your body becomes stiff
trying to withdraw away
a battle between your shadows and your heart
fear is a toy gun
unsure whether it is real
dangerous each bullet filled with unimaginable choas
or whether it is a mear replica
safe and harmless-
no matter the difference it will haunt you
awaken your senses t oevery scream of pain you may hear
awaken your thoughts to horrors that cannot truly exist
awaken you from every dream of happiness
suddenly roacked with the realization that
gun is fear, fear is gun
This poem sends a deep message. I really like it, but I'm a little stumped on what to exactly say. It had to make me think pretty hard! I like the concept that you put an animate object to a feeling that everyone has almost every day.
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