the thing that I fear
is alway quite near
but always unclear
abhorred but held dear
the vaguest of haunting
perpetually daunting
there’s shadows unseen
of something unclean
a thing violent and mean
hid ‘mongst the green
I know that it’s fear
that much is clear
is it at shadows I tilt
from some deep felt guilt
some wall that I’ve built
‘gainst tears left unspilt
or Spirits from the past
who hold to me fast