by TheRaven on Sun Mar 26, 2017 4:14 pm
More then a little late, but some late night ramblings seemed to form in SOME form of a poem, so I figured I would post it... The miracle of fatigue and beer.
Fear. Fear... Fear...
Alone and cold,
that thing unknown,
It creeps up your spine,
occasionally sublime.
It's touch, tantalizing,
Paralyzing,
hot and cold,
stand and behold...
Fight or flight,
which tonight?
Fear, fear, fear...
Whispers in your ear...
Cold and alone,
stand in the unknown...
Mirroring shadow...
Shadow in the mirror.
Stand here a man?
Or a steer?
Are you there?
You're not here...
Moving lips,
inaudiable quips...
The shout of silence,
Beckon they once....
Twice and then again,
Where is he upon whom depend?
Lost, lost and gone,
Alone, a wolf is shawn.
No fur, no teeth,
No sword, no sheath.
No bark, no bite,
Fearful, flight.
Shadow stands,
Intangible hands...
Where once, bless,
Now stand helpless...
God's own shadow,
No shadow can endow,
The original which one could reap,
Now can only sow.
Stand in the cold,
Stand all alone,
Lost and tired,
I know your tried...
To help, cannot you come,
the man undone...
Now but a shadow.