Updated: Nov 28, 2020
Foreword: This piece is a continuation on the theme of fear. I am part of a very healthy online poetry community, predominantly on Instagram. One of the poetry challenges I have taken part in is part of a video spoken word chain. This incorporates poets from all over the world. The theme given to me is "Fear Of" I was given my first line, "Who wants to die without stories" which, incidentally is the last line of the poem before mine in the spoken word chain! I then had to compile a piece within 48 hours, and record the video.
As I write this foreword, I have not seen the finished recording of all the works. I am very much looking forward to viewing the finished recording with all of the other poets.
Looking back, the inspiration for my piece is based upon my fear of living without faith and knowing God's truth.
Who wants to die without stories?
Discarded like yesterday's news
Fear of the fear constantly gnawing?
Fear of fear tightening around my throat
Fear of the surrounding inky black darkness
Choking air from my being
Bony hands grip deaths leathery harness..
Fear of being left
Forgotten, discarded on a dark dusty shelf
Abandoned unread book
Breeds in me a fear of fear itself..
Fear of myself drowning
Losing sight in the dark
Sinking in icy cold depths
Surrounded and trapped by my own self doubt sharks..
They prey on the stench
The odour of fear
Seeping like blood from me
Run down my skin, macabre tears..
In fear of bloody trail left in my wake
Cold clammy sheets
Saturated with salty fear
Bolt upright I sit, stinging eyes awake..
Fear of you knowing
Of my Fear and fear showing
I'm in fear of always being fearful
Of never being near you..
Whispers grow louder
To a deafening crescendo
Fear screams in my head
You need to listen now..
©) Dom Giddy 2020