an observation on fear

fear has its own perverse beauty

a ravishing black death

devastating all other emotion

in its greedy selfcentred claustrophobia

busying itself with what might be, rather than

what is, what could be

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: