It is murky, it is mystifying that feeling
It makes you wonder how dark it is within
Dreadful to think it is not healing

And it is eating you utterly and you cannot run
Away from it, it is not a thought
It is in fact a feeling you have developed.

Hoping it would fade away, it won’t
It needs to be dealt with, to be conquered
You cannot run, you cannot bury it inside

It will devour you and leave you hollow
I cannot tell what to do, you need to decide
Will you face it or will you hide in the shadow
You won’t feel alive till you see it bright and clear
What you are feeling, is something called fear.