The Comfort of Fear--A Poem

 

There could exist no stronger

soul than yours.

To the heights and to the dungeon,

true has been your heart.

Make them like you, your game of

master and slave.

See their smiles and slather your insides

with a conjured-up acceptance of the twisted

fun house mirror view before you.

The three-headed monster that is your fear, one night

wrapped tight around you like a cloak in a storm,

offering its trickery in the form of synthetic safety.

And you hug it close, its presence always with you.

If not for nothing, that’s something, right?

It’s always with me.

It may well be the only thing that you can

count on in this life. Well, the only thing that has never

let you down.

And, as your eyes close and fear rests its three heads

down beside you,

neither of you dream.

For now, there is only time for sleep.