Fear

a poem explain how I feel, see, taste, touch, and hear Fear.

Fear
(Yellow)

It feels like the 8 prickling hairy legs
The good casting over you
Encasing your life
Trapping you inside
The cold capturing you frozen
Not being able to move your legs at all
No yells escaping from your throat
It looks like the morgue in an insane asylum
The cold forgotten bodies decaying
The flesh turning pasty white
Lips blue as the see
All the life’s gone without a purpose
The smell of death is there
Rotting eggs evading you to the core
20 days old in the sun decaying fish
The putrid smell of someone not washing for a year
The taste of bile as it spews from my inner core
The slime encasing my throat as if snail slime
The taste of old curdled milk attacking my tongue
The sound of my bones breaking under the weight
The water bubbling in my ears as I’m held under
The sound of the wind busting through my eardrums
Like a 1000 swarming bees