Fear

This is a fear

A real one

Not a rolled up fur ball

Not a deed well done

Curtains aren't enough

Where this stands

No sane place to hide

Among countless flailing hands

This fear has two sides

Vicious grip two minds

Grows many many roots

But fools with orange rinds

Zippers aren't enough

To clam up these lips

Strain the unseen away

In holes of useless tips

Fear my friend fear

Be very afraid

Before years come and go

Rises the question of a day