Fears

We all have our fears,

They are what keep us running from ourselves,

Caged up in a hollow of echoes,

We can only hear our own words,

An array of demoralizing thoughts,

There is a constant blaring sound,

And we are deafened in never-ending rounds.

We all have our fears,

They are what make us melt in tears,

Helplessness sizzles through our bodies like waves,

A gentle caress.

The very fount of hesitancy,

We despair in their wake,

But they are never gone and faded,

They continue to lie in wait.