Another poem created from associations as I took a trip into the city.
Fear can have so many shapes
It can wear all sorts of clothes
No location is devoid of it,
Where it lies in wait to strike.
For a writer with a blockage
An empty screen is a fearsome thing
For a man without a place to work
His bank account: a ticking bomb
To a woman walking home at night
Every bush, every shape: A terror
To an elderly man, out and about
A gang of youths makes his heart beat faster
The hardest fears that plague us
Are our own demons given flesh
If our prejudice and thoughts decide
Our fears will grow even larger.
So the nemesis of many fears
Is some good old education
It can chase some fears away
But alas, not all of them