A Fear that Runs Deeper

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A Fear that Runs Deeper

Deeper than the thought which lies within awareness
Deeper than the churning uneasiness which presents itself
When
A group of unknowing jurors passing by
Hands down invisible judgment.
Silent mocking ensues.

Years of inhaling the noxious fumes of one’s own dark imaginings
Blackening the spirit
Slowly killing

Recurrent trauma
With every glance
Checking to see if self-worth
Reveals itself
In the form of a
Carefully crafted complexion or
Having every hair in its place

Alas

On every encounter with that spiteful shiny slate
A frightening fiend stares back
Far from the perfect angel which
Exists in the mind’s eye.

The heart fills with frustration and yearning.
The spirit feels as though it is collapsing
Like the walls of a burning temple
Imploding.

However

When the fear rises up,
The spirit presses on
To face its illusory accusers.
First, looking up at that cold slate
To face the cruelest one of them all.

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DeepEclipse commented on A Fear that Runs Deeper

07-23-2010

Hmmm........(spiteful shiny slate) = Mirror? (Far from the perfect angel which Exists in the mind’s eye.) - Maybe the mind body and soul going in three different directions, resulting in reality lost? (First, looking up at that cold slate To face the cruelest one of them all.) - The self, perhaps? Its true we are our worst enemies. Having a seemingly limitless ambition towards perfection we will never see. I love how you wrote this, metaphorically tying meaning to mysteriously hidden visuals. Stimulates a thinking mind. Creatively written. Sorry if those guesses were off. That's just how it hit me.

Stryx commented on A Fear that Runs Deeper

07-22-2010

I am reminded of Robby Burns with this one. To see ourselves as others see us.Nice,

Papa commented on A Fear that Runs Deeper

07-21-2010

you need to read tempys material. you would like it, Papa.liked the poem

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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