A silent killer,
living beneath us from inner,
A weakness,
Amidst all pleasures and happiness,
A foe,
That continually causes one woe,
A weapon,
that secretly rests within us from upon,
A raging emotion,
making one angry within few duration,
A sickness,
which needs to be cured in earnest,
A form of darkness,
causing blindness to other affairs of the world,
A struggle,
almost like a chain bound to break free,
A clash
between peace and fash,
A torment,
causing pain that leads to lament,
Fear is inevitable,
growing in us like a vegetable,
But alas! there arises a solution to this agony,
such an irony of life indeed,
as the cure lies within us all,
search within yourself and find the real you,
tis is your inner weapon.
Oh fear,
what a bizarre feeling!
©debrah
D