We could write all day about Fear. There are so many poems to write about. The October Poetry Challenge about fear resulted in some well written poems about fear. The challenge ends, however on October 19th. At the end of the month, the winner will be announced. Maybe it’s this poem, written by Zac Brown. He gave this poem the title Fear.
During his life, he moved a lot. From New York on to other places and not only in the United States. He saw some interesting places and met some interesting people. He currently lives in Alaska.
Zac studies to become a biochemist and has a mission: to move the medicine industry forward, in the right direction. An important part of this movement, is communication. Zac realizes, that talking about how we really feel is important and this starts with taking up a pen. From mind to paper: from books to poetry and to music. He finds it important, to share his thoughts with the rest of the world.
Zac publishes his poems on Instagram: zac_and_his_pen
The poem that Zac wrote can be considered a story that rhymes. This is not uncommon. We see this in the poems of Edgar Allan Poe. Zac writes about that moment, you don’t want to experience. There is, however a slight chance, that you will. That monster underneath the bed, inside the closet or down the hallway. This is fear and Zac takes it a step further. What it really can do, when you let your mind drift away.
Darkness enclosing, I drink my wine,
It encumbers, I’m suffocating,
I must escape, it isn’t my time.
My eyes wide, pupils dilating,
The flight of death has flown up my spine.
Chills in my brain as I lay waiting,
To leave this awful bedroom of mine.
A man I saw that yesterday night,
Told me I ought to leave that place.
Walking and talking, faceless in blight,
He vanished into dust without a trace,
I fled to my house in utter fright,
I will leave this town, fill my suitcase,
I must leave this place; flee out of sight.
I approached my dark bedroom door,
Shaking, afraid of everything,
The frame had struck me down to the floor,
The faceless man stood within arm swing,
The monster it weeps as it stands for,
Death is upon me, I’m questioning,
Is this a nightmare? I can’t be sure.
It grabs my neck and presses so deep,
Life fades out, darkness consumes again.
I wake and thank I was just asleep.
Heart’s still pounding and it’s not the end,
I feel something underneath me creep,
Hands come up, they grab and they rend,
I’m torn in half as its fingers reap.
I wake once more in panic blunder,
My body has left my soul in fear,
In the flash of lightning and thunder,
The monster once again, reappeared,
My bed sheet starts to pull me under,
Twisting, turning, eyes close in fear,
This is it, it’s the end, I wonder.
Cops showed up at that loneliest home,
His neighbor called in terror he said,
I heard a scream that struck to the bone,
I heard nothing thereafter, he’s dead.
They entered his home and did condone,
A search and seize starting at his bed,
They found nothing but black dust alone.
The neighbor was worried and confused,
He thought and thought and paced all around,
He yelled and panicked, made quite the ruse,
He made sure he’ll be leaving this town,
He gathered his things, put on his shoes,
He snuck out his door, without a sound.
The faceless man crept out of a recluse.
With no one around to hear him cry,
The monster hunched and wrapped around him,
With nothing to squeak, but a “why?”
The unknown aroused terror within,
No reason now, but to simply die,
The fear had detached his mind from him,
The monster didn’t have to try.
The faceless man will come and get you,
He’ll feed off your pain and off your fear,
He’ll sneak behind you, without a clue,
Perhaps you will feel him coming near,
It doesn’t matter if you always knew,
Your destiny can’t force him to veer,
Off the path he has chosen for you.