Fear

A broken toy once told me,

That it goes turn by turn.

It's like drowning in a sea,

While the world is burning.

To feel its sting,

Like a bumblebee.

Or like in the spring,

When the wasps hurt me.

It's in the face of danger,

That you turn and run.

When you feel the anger,

Of what you've done.

I know it's there,

Deep inside of me.

When I feel it's stare,

I make like a leaf and leave.

This is fear,

And it's always near.