Fear

Inside my heart invades fear
as a stranger hiding under my bedsheets,
as a daimon in the essence of my tear.

In the fight with decency, triumphs my fear
victor, on the edge of my eyelids, flirting,
wets them, but will never unveil or appear.

Guarding the edge of reality and fantasy, still
whispers hopes or terrors me, once as an enemy, or an ally
captivating and teasing my will.

Suffering under that dark and doubtful realm
I search the power to liberate myself wondering,
how it could be in a thuthful new state of clear?

Feeling like being mangled by a monster,
I shiver, thinking the moment has came
to confront and overcome the disaster.

What kind of hopeful life will I then stand
without the advantage to freely imagine without fear
away from my safe-cave, my dreamland?