Fear

Fear
by James A. Garrison


A gnawing ache irritated by a persistent twitch,
Caught, locked, and drug into focus by a random switch,
Chilling and paralyzing to the bone,
Deep rooted in your heart has grown,
Breeding suspicion and hate it capitulates,
Into a dark hole where none are welcome but the most dismal of fates,
But hope is not lost for hope is, itself, the cure you see,
For trust and relinquishing of control will set you free,
For we have nothing to fear but fear itself you see,
And that this you comprehend is my dearest plea.