Thread: Poem- Fear

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Originally Posted by owlj

Fear

It lurks about in darkness
Looking for a meal
Sensing for an opening
in your soul to steal

A small tear in the fabric
that keeps a man sane
Something in which to crawl through,
prey upon the brain

It hunts now in the darkness
stalks not with the eyes
for weakness it can harness
and it finally finds

Weakness in the form of doubt
Neglected pain past
hidden in the recesses
It makes its kill fast

Lustful eyes light up the dark
casting shadows far
Feeding on uncertainty
quickening your heart

You summon your defenses
all you understand
with the monster in the dark
you are in its hands

Now you are its possession
you are now its prey
in the midst of submission
bow your head and pray

Ablaze now through the blackness
burning through its chest
truth lights the unhallowed halls
beauty at its best

Truth answered the wretched call
Truth lit up the night
Truth to fill in weakened holes
Truth will fight the fight

Weakness (uncertainty) --> Fear

Fear (questions)--- > Truth

Truth>Fear

Is this about spiritual blindness? Fear being the devil, truth being the holy spirit?
So the holy spirit comes to you, allowing you to see(metaphorically and literally) God?

Curious for how you meant it to be interpreted.

NICE poem .

Originally Posted by owlj

Fear

It lurks about in darkness
Looking for a meal
Sensing for an opening
in your soul to steal Does it really steal you soul??

A small tear in the fabric
that keeps a man sane
Something in which to crawl through,
prey upon the brain Awesome. No comment.

It hunts now in the darkness
stalks not with the eyes
for weakness it can harness
and it finally finds Awesome. No comment.

Weakness in the form of doubt
Neglected pain past
hidden in the recesses
It makes its kill fast Hmm.... I like this but there's something about it I can't find out that's just.... Wrong....

Lustful eyes light up the dark
casting shadows far
Feeding on uncertainty
quickening your heart Awesome but, far and heart don't really rhyme. I'm not saying that's a bad thing but.... Yeah....

You summon your defenses
all you understand
with the monster in the dark
you are in its hands Awesome. No comment.

Now you are its possession
you are now its prey
in the midst of submission
bow your head and pray I just feel the need to say that homophones don't make good rhymes. Otherwise, awesome.

Ablaze now through the blackness
burning through its chest
truth lights the unhallowed halls
beauty at its best What does this have to do with fear??

Truth answered the wretched call
Truth lit up the night
Truth to fill in weakened holes
Truth will fight the fight Again, sort of random. Nothing to do with fear....

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I never like explaining poetry I write because by its very nature it begs to be interpreted. However, thanks for the insightful replies.

In my view, fear finds its way (steals its way) into our souls, hearts, being because we hide the openings (the weaknesses.. thing we 'sweep under the rug') rather than identifying them. Like a leaky pipe behind the wall, the damage is extensive because it is hidden. When it is exposed, the leak can be fixed and cared for. Light is shed upon it... through the chest of the beast (fear). The light is truth and truth destroys fear.

Or, it could mean anything you would like for it to mean.

This was the original free-form thought before I edited it into a quick poem:

It lurks about in the darkness looking for something to feed upon
Some opening
Some small tear in the fabric that keeps man and woman whole
It's stomach groans with hunger as it becomes ravenous, delerious (sp), desperate for a meal

In the pitch darkness, the eyes cannot perceive (SP) but something does... something senses...

A weakness in the skin, in the fabric of your reality, your assuredness, your sanity

UNCERTAINTY and doubt... FINALLY! Yes, yes, vulnerability!
His giant head lowered in hungry rage, he butts against the weakened spot again and again

Until at last, it has its way with you! It cuts you down and consumes you and you belong to the beast
in this darkness forever... it's in your core... it's at the root of you

Now you are afraid of him as he feeds on you because you denied and neglected the opening
Unable to hurt you if you face him because then you can see him... from your eyes, light

In the light, he has no opening... it is only in the dark recesses of the neglected
regions of the soul that he hunts his prey

The nasties that man craves not to see is where the openings reside