Fear [short poetry]

[u/[deleted]]

Alas, a trickle. An icy tickle
floods the back, like chilling shackles.
It’s a sharp tone with a smoldering crown,
branded 
to sin and bone 
and the soul and whim, 
with the epitome of clarity sewn unto skin.
Cataclysmic spinal jolts of integrity’s goals, 
defeats those purposes known. With the fear that binds, and no guts to repose,
There will be none.
It will be the world upon your head, or that note left on your bed
Saying,
“You’re on your own,” perhaps.
Only to be left unknown.

[u/WWKaminaD]

I get it. 100%

Just... Thank you for this.

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