There is a fear,
When you scream into the never ending dark,
When your voice is thick with emotion,
Releasing all your pent up feelings in a single long cry,
A fear,
That when you take your first breath,
Ready to collect yourself and leave the blank space,
To confront or avoid whatever brought you there,
There is a fear,
That somewhere out beyond the dark,
From the corners of periphery,
On the edge of reason and sense,
Something will shout back.
A fear,
That within your own mind,
There is something waiting, hiding, watching,
Ready for your final barrier to fall,
So that it may come.
There is a fear,
That you are not alone with your thoughts,
That another mental voice may join your own,
Screaming back at you from nowhere and everywhere,
Hungry.
A fear,
That you have been pouring every inch of yourself,
Off into a place of nothingness,
Only to find that it is a shared space,
And that the silence has ended.
There is a fear,
That when the time comes,
You will have to face this thing,
To meet it head on and see,
What horrors laid dormant within you.
A fear,
That you will not be strong enough to overcome,
That what laid buried has grown in power,
And when the challenge comes,
You will fall.
There is a fear.
That one day when you recede into yourself,
Ready to scream into the void,
That the void will scream back.
A fear,
That nothing buried stays there,
And that everything that goes into the void,
Will come back.
There is a fear.