Fears

My fears surround me like a giant concrete traffic jam
They cave in on me, press me, smudge me on the floor
Each trying harder and harder to squash, and shatter me
Into tiny grey pieces of a child’s lost puzzle,
They scream at my face like overgrown crude drivers
They want to consume me for I stand on their way
Smash me,
Break me,
Bleed me,
Erase me from this street
For they know the truth that drives them more insane
With more power they regroup and cloaked by the darkness of my gruesome loneliness
Attack
But in their brutal anxious greed to destroy
They forget the simple irony of the hierarchy
That even though they may rule over me
In the end I’m still the lord, the master and the author