Poor Fear!

What if you were in the shoes of Fear? How, then you would feel, my dear?

Fear is an impossible thing. But then I would have to elaborate upon what is impossible.... and that, my fellow human, is beyond my mental capability...

Fear is a melancholy soul

it took my will

and takes its toll

it eats until it's full

if you push it

it only pulls 

Fear is a blacksmith

Married to a tinker

That only makes sense

to the deepest thinkers

Fear is pain

and tears wept cruel

Fear is the feeling

we are taught is rule

The world is lovely

and so is fear

Fear is my best friend

and I love him dear

Poor Fear feels like an outcast

an oddball

That's why when you develop fear

He latches on

everyone he's nice to

makes him feel all wrong

as though he should be gone!

 What did Fear ever do to you?

And now you are afraid of fear...

and that's very wrong my dear

how am I to be more clear?

Poor fear!