Fear spreads like Wildfire
Torching the soft mire of the brain
Scorching its hidden terrain,
Lickity-split to the Adrenal Glands
Blistering them to flame.
Stop! or Start!
Cranks the heart
Like an old-fashioned water pump
Wet or dry it matters not,
Only that it splatters
Like quills of startled porcupines
Up and Down the quaking spine
Shatters nerves beyond prediction
Act or not, the plot does thicken!
Albeit, Fear's a dreaded fellow,
He's not impatient like Othello
Whose jealousy regrets its crime
But more like Hamlets scheming
Mime, needing rhyme and reason
To season his dark, lurking scorn
From there is where the Fear is born!
And we whose fear does meet this
Course; a tree of branches at its source
(we all have different twigs
That lead us to the cracking edge)
Are but the Fears redeeming folly,
For without us Fear is Dead!