Dying Fear
Voices drift like aimless smoke trails
Through a now safe gloom.
Their haunted conscience assails
Deceptively tranquil, but teeming.
Something other walks human
Shackled by memory
Liberated by love
They lie together, twins of the mind
Evading what is vast and pitiless
Close yet far away
Them and yet not them at all.
They chant in sleep-softened tones
A language indecipherable
Yet the meaning is known.
They are each other's beacons
Reason. Salvation.
An alien room, lit soft by desk lamps
Adhorned with knick-knacks
Things normal people love.
Free of danger, of tormentors
For now, the shadows cower
But in Humanity's Canvas, fearless, alive.
Sleep processing events today
And fawning for tomorrow.
They lift the covers over their heads.
As mind denizens scamper, misshapen, beseeching.
Through moonlight tinted wrong
On a dead grassless hill.
Formed to hunger, to instill fear
To manipulate and to steal
They cast it off, they never wanted
To make such lonely deals.
Bodies separate but minds intertwined
They see, they see
That part of themselves that they never chose to be.
Beneath the nest, they find one another.
Hands fold, a link made.
Their sanctuary.
A cocoon of warmth, a promise.
That not every dream is a nightmare.
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Dying Fear, which
was posted on Sep 23, 2010 by
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"A poem about two characters who have no one else but each other. Their names are..."
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