Though how would it feel
to fall?
And yet I fear to
think.
I have no reason at
all
When I come near the
brink.
It is like tempting at
fate
To see what will
avail.
Some urge within so
great
Does pull me without
fail.
Fear, a
powerful thing,
A morbid
condition can bring.
We may be
in it bound
Till no relief be
found,
And there be nothing but
fear around.
How complete a
thing is fear.
When it dwells
nought else is near.
It
consumes the mind.
It a hold on
the heart does find,
Leaving a
path of destruction
behind.
Many have fallen
under
This storm within,
By
it cast asunder,
Not rising
again.
Passion that lightning
flame
Strikes within the
heart.
Desires one cannot
tame
Tear the soul apart.
The
tumultuous wind of fear
Does
batter ever
With roaring in the
ear,
While ceasing never.
And
the hail of doubt that falls
In
the mind pounding,
Thumping
upon the walls
With fury
resounding;
The clashing on all
sides,
The thunderous
roar,
When inner conflict
abides
Ceasing
nevermore.
The face contracted in the
pain,
The fevorish eyes so
burning,
The body held with
great strain,
While for peace
is yearning.
I tell you nothing
is so sad
As agony so very
great,
No affliction is so
bad
As an agonizing state.
To
relieve pain just a bit
Would
seem a most heavenly task,
Just
relieve a part of it
Would be
all that some would ask.
Many
good deeds we might
perform,
But to relieve pain
would seem the best,
For pain
can do the most harm,
And is
more unkind than all the
rest.