Fear

WHO LIKES LONG DRIVES AND TRIPS?
*Raises hand*
Long ones?
*nods head*

Okay, have you ever gotten that weird feeling then, in the pit of your stomach, when you're on a long trip away from home? Like, it could only be a few hours sometimes, but you suddenly get this fear, this queer sensation that something is terribly wrong but you don't know what! And the only thing on your mind is "I have to get home."

Anyone else ever gotten this feeling, or am I the only one?

This poem was inspired by that feeling.

FEAR:

There is a fear,
A silent fear.
It is buried deep in my heart,
Subtle and submissive.
The fear is of a nature
Unknown and incomprehensible.
It only comes out on
The rarest occasion.
There is a fear.
I know not of its origin,
Know not of its significance.
A fear of unknown importance.
But it’s always there.