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And it came to pass
There stood before him
A man
Who held a gun to his temple
Who was asked
What he most feared.
In response
The man whose eyes
Were dark and void—
Witness to the weary
And the wasted—
Replied,
I fear nothing.
How is that so?
He was asked.
I fear nothing because
I have seen the aftermath
Of raging destruction.
I have heard the cries
Of my brethren
In the height of battle.
I have lain in my own waste
As the pummeled earth
Trembled beneath me,
While I pleaded to a God
Who had denied me,
Also.
Fear?
There is no more fear.
I have resigned myself
To exist without my former comrades
Until the warmed breezes stop,
And the drum ceases its cadence.
Yet, there is one thing,
He finally admitted.
The vaguely familiar looking man
Lowered the gun
And softly proclaimed,
“I fear
The absence
Of fear.”
With that confession
we both turned
And walked away
From the mirror.
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--Submitted by John M on 2013-08-16.
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Hosea Owen:
Great!!,,,the tension created inside the poem is great.
Posted 09/09/2013 02:27 PM
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Havenwood:
A very powerful write.
Posted 08/21/2013 04:53 PM
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