Fear
by Jill Chan
after Raymond Carver
Fear I'll be stuck here without a ladder
Fear we're all going to the same place but not the same place
Fear I'll go before I die
Fear I'll write many things but say too little
Fear I'll never amount to anything and I'm not even counting
Fear there'll be no need to live anymore
Fear death will not be sweet nor hard
Fear nothing will ever come
Fear everything will leave before it stays
Fear ache is the only state
Fear tragedy rules my life and likes it
Fear authority is telling me things I already know
Fear condemnation arrives like love
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Fear is the tempered edge that slides so easily between the lines that we never notice the cut before we feel the chill of blood stains.
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Yes, fear is always there.
Enjoyed.
Thank you, James. That's very poetic.
Thank you, Erika. Glad you enjoyed.
"Fear ache is the only state"
Good piece. Poetic, yes, but it strikes me as micro, and I like it.
Thank you, Sam. It actually crossed my mind after I'd written it that this could be prose too. But glad you liked.
Poetic uppercuts. Very effective.
Thank you so much, Neil! :)
A nicely fearsome piece of work, Jill. I agree with Sam, poetic & micro-flash as well.
Thank you, Ed.