Fear as a poem. ASR because children may not enjoy this poem. |
The chilling of the blood, The body running cold, Skin tingling and itchy, Leaving nerves exposed, Smaller than a mouse, The world much too big, Trembling and quaking, Trying to escape, but it’s much too quick, Buried under blankets, Curled in a cocoon, Hiding from fears surfacing, Watching under the darkness of the moon, The tricks of the eyes make the shadows walk, Along the surfaces of your walls, A hulking monster sits in the corner, Basking in the fear it installs, Fears spring up in the mind, Crowd’s eyes watching, following every move, Crouching in a room with the walls inching closer, And spiders crawling and creeping out of every groove, Stuck on a thin ledge, The height makes the world spin, A pit rests in your stomach, But nobody can hear your screaming, Rain pours down from the sky, Flashes and deep rumbles outside your room, Squeezing your eyes tight, A feeling of impending doom, Hot and cold, It paralyzes you and makes you run, Energizes you and drains you, Fear is the one thing you cannot outrun. |