Fears
They come,
like hooded serpents from dark holes
with venom in their fangs
ready to snap at.
Like,
Monsters from roaring seas
that rest on the sands
as boulders on a low - lying ledge
Or,
Vampires hurtling down
to suck the blood in the dark
with their outgrown canine teeth
They are,
Wasps swarming around
like embers from a furnace
with poisonous stings, hiding in their tails.
Living with them
is like getting enclosed in a blind alley
pacing forward and rushing backward,
seeing the gates fastened tight with iron shutters
or being chased after
by an elephant on rampage.
Never succumb, but defend the onslaught
for your arch enemy sure shall
shred you to pieces,
if let to be subdued………
poem by Valsa George
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