Fear
I caught
The fear
In your eye
Around the
Corner
It was trying
To hide
Too late
Too fast
Wearing A
Mask
I caught
A glimpse
Of your closing
Lid
Of what to expect
I don’t know
Yet
And as your
Eyes go wide
I’m closing my
Eyes
As to
What may
Happen next
Steve Higgins
Wed 14th Oct 2015 20:13
Less is more as they say, and the sparseness of this poem gives it all the more power,
best wishes, Steve