Fear moves like water
Fear begins like the ebb before a tsunami
First you feel something
Then
Nothing
Before it CRASHES over you in the coldest
wave that YOU WILL EVER feel the shock will
claw at your neck IT WILL FREEZE YOUR chest
and infect your bones don’t TRY TO BREATHE
YOU CAN’T you’ve already been
Washed away
It drips
It drips
It drips
It drips
From a tap you cannot reach
Your hands are white
Your voice has gone
You are soaked and you are
alone
"After over-doing drugs in my teens, specifically one event, I developed PTSD and along with that came anxiety and depersonalisation. I never understood what a panic attack was before this, but I immediately recognized the purest feeling of fear itself when it hit me. Raw fear is like no emotion I had ever felt before. It's not cathartic like anger or sadness. The words "I'm scared" never used to hold any weight to me. My poem is about the physical feeling (or the tell-tale sign) of fear. That first ice-cold drop I feel in every bones, every time."