The Fear

He enters into my field

and with his stitched eyes

he circles into my soul

searching for the fear

he knows I hide.

And finding none

he smolders into my ear:

‘Are you not afraid?’

And I answer: ‘Of course I am.’

But before the grin

can reach his lips

I tell him: ‘ But not of you.’

‘Of what?’ he wants to know.

And with my heart in my eyes

I answer: ‘Of trust that breaks,

of love that ends, of life that

doesn’t begin and friends

that leave.

Of the loneliness,

of a space once occupied and

a heartache that never died.’

And he leaves my space,

defeated by betrayal

whilst I fear it all once more.