FEAR NEW, OLD and LASTING

Times of fear new~

Times of old fears that last~

Times of worry that make you blue~

Thank goodness most do pass.

In an old farm house~

At night~

About three in the eve~

Is when the goblins come out~

They seem none too pleased.

I often a woke to dread~

I panicked running to my parents bed~

Very frantic with them I would plead~

To rest my head so I could peacefully sleep.

Maybe you too~

Have felt this foreboding~

That stole your ease~

Disquieted your slumber~

As spirits seemed to creep?

In the past one or two movies~

Did horrify me~

Scared my psyche so much~

I wished I had never seen!

I am still disquieted~

Damaged and in trepidation~

Not showering alone in my home~

From worry, fear and that left over consternation.

Do you remember the films~

Which filled you with overload of fear? ~

What if it could happen? ~

What if Satan could also be near?

Concern can bring on anxiety~

Fright can take hold~

I could be afraid of you and~

The love you hold so cold.

Have you known such people~

Whom utilize the upper hand? ~

Who need to have it their way? ~

Or they’ll kick you to the sidelines~

Like you are a useless empty can? ~

Their shallowness can stun you~

Making you quiver with madness~

Until take it no more~

You throw in your plans~

Of that particular happiness.

Sometimes it comes in attractive packages~

Many can be fooled~

Of these you need to defend~

For abuse and fear in this case~

Never sees a happy end.

Some people have just apprehension~

As in others more wild alarms go off~

It could be just washing their hands routinely a lot.

Giving them a living nightmare~

A phobia is there constant plight~

Making it for everyone rough~

Infecting innocent lives.

Perhaps you know these people~

Who must have uncanny control~

As well you might be a sweet soul~

Whom their temper has happened to unfold.

Fear can handicap you~

It stifles what you could be~

It can hinder you~

From being completely free!

No matter your fear~

Or of other’s fears around~

We must acknowledge them~

So less harm is to be found.

Times of fear new~

Times of old fears that last~

Times of worry that make you blue~

Thank goodness most do pass.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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