Fear. A poem by Aurley Keenan

It is intangible but a reality nonetheless.
A something we cannot see that has us all in its grip.

Watching and waiting,
We move in awkward circles.

Our days and nights are seamless,
Our minds and thoughts are muddled.

Our lives,
Our loves.
They are changed.

Many for eternity.


I enjoy spilling out my rambling thoughts for a cathartic release.

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