Category Archives: Fear


It rises slowly, catching in my throat The bile, thick, putrid, unable to swallow A stench, repulsive, permeates my senses Helpless, shaken, frozen in place My eyes closed, or are they I can’t see. Don’t want to see, afraid Something … Continue reading

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Beyond The Door

Beyond the door My mind sees Stairs descending To what Darkness chills me The unknown awaits My tread Quickened heartbeats Senses acute One step Another Surrounded by the void Down Beyond return I am driven What lies there Blackness Reason … Continue reading

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Sweat Of The Devil

John sat in his cramped office, staring at the wall of windows, watching the rain carve it’s designs on the tinted glass.  He didn’t like the rain.  There was something sad about it.  The ‘sweat of the devil’ he called … Continue reading

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I Am – You Are

Originally posted on oldmainer:
I recently read a post on that contained a poem by Shel Silverstein from his book “Every Thing On It”.  It is called “Masks”.  It so typified, to me, how we go through life so…

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Too Late To Be Scared

My involvement in youth today has been reduced to a spectator sport.  So many years have passed since I was one that it seems kind of speculative that I was ever in the game.  When I think back to those … Continue reading

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Saying Goodbye

I stepped out on the front porch with my mother.  She turned briefly and made sure the door was locked before we, together, made our way down the steps.  It was a beautiful summer day, but I hadn’t noticed.  Actually, … Continue reading

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Facing Our Fears

I remember once, many years ago, being asked to name three things that I was afraid of.  One of them could not be my wife. However, I had not been married that long so although I was perhaps a little … Continue reading

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