Fears
In the dark where shadows creep, fears awake from the depths of sleep,
a man stands with trembling hands, haunted by what he can’t withstand.
Eyes that dart with every sound, in the silence, fear is found,
every heartbeat fuels his dread, every whisper fills his head.
The past a ghost that lingers near, whispering doubts, feeding fear,
memories that twist and turn, in the night where nightmares burn.
He walks a path of endless fright, shadows chase him every night,
in every corner, every glance, fear takes hold, a darkened dance.
A child’s cry, a lover’s plea, echo in his memory,
the weight of guilt, the heavy cost, in the shadows, all is lost.
His fears a cage of iron bars, trapping him beneath the stars,
in every breath, a silent scream, seeking escape from fear’s regime.
Hands that shake with every tear, eyes that reflect a haunted leer,
the world outside a place of dread, in his mind where fears are fed.
Every shadow, every sound, a reminder of fear’s bound,
in the dark where he does dwell, his fears become a living hell.
As the night gives way to grey, his fears remain, they never stray,
in the dawn’s uncertain light, he faces yet another fight.