Fear

Fear- a part of life
the cold blade of a knife
a gun pointed to your eye
the unreachable sky
a desperate call for help
one lost and lonely yelp.

Fear- a part of you
it knows what you knew
follows your actions
devours your rations
controls your sorry mind
is anything but kind.

Spoiler

I really have no clue where I was going with this. I haven't written in a while, though. So I figured I would just sit down and write something. And, here it is. Let me know if it's any good and how I can improve it. And if you hate it I won't be offended, it's definitely not my best poem in the world.

Very true. I really enjoyed the poem itself, but I feel like it didn't really have a full handle on the true feeling of fear. That moment of panic that seizes you in your darkest moments. It does however, have a handle on that lurking sense of fear that tortures so many people in their own way. Good job!

As you are getting back into writing regularly I am getting back into reviewing poetry. So please bear with me and my short unworthy review. Anyhow honestly the first stanza of this isn't my favorite, but I'll start with it. I don't like it as much because you were so literal. We are all scared of those types of things yes murder, rape, assault, and so on, but there are so much deeper things that people are afraid of in their relationships. People are afraid of being heard, being successful, being unwanted and so much more. I think you could get a lot more emotion out of the poem if you talked about those things instead just because they are so much closer to us than getting killed. Though I did like your imagery.

The second stanza, in my opinion, is a lot better. First, your rhymes seem to flow a bit more easily. But I also loved the way you described fear like it had a personality. I like how you almost went through the stages of fear. First when you say, "it knows what you knew" I think of how fear makes you unsure of things that you would have stood by before and then in the next line you describe how because of your doubt you don't defend people or stick up for yourself. Then you talk about how it slowly takes over your mind and it is all you can think about even if it is unconsciously. I think you should expand on this part of the poem and give even more information on each step.

Well, I hope I helped,

Calli