The Indestructible Fear

Its sadness which fills the halls
And darkness which fills the heart.
I saw him standing right there,
with eyes piercing me like a dart.

He looked me in the eyes,
the eyes he looked me in.
Not a twitch of shame,
the man was living sin.

It was as if he'd forgotten,
all the betrayal and all the trauma.
Did his time move in widdershins?
Or was this just his new drama?

In one quick swift I took my dagger
and attacked him with all my force.
He was down in less than seconds,
he was now a corpse.

I realised what I'd done
and panic filled me all over.
I was just as bad as him,
I wasn't a four-leafed clover.

He represented all my fears
and now that he was gone.
I should've been at peace,
but why did it feel so wrong?

Destroying our fears
doesn't help us to grow.
Learning to live with them,
is what to do and now I know.

Facing one's fears
is a move considered strong.
Killing them,
makes a man invulnerably wrong.

It is dealing with our phobias,
what makes one indestructible.
Maybe we'll turn out like Shirov's bishop endgame,
or something far more feasible.



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