A small fear came into the mind
Crept on its toes, quiet as a mouse
Left it blank, the eyes blind.
Fear was the bad cop, playing its part
The good side was nowhere to be seen
The job was done, beautifully like an art
He could feel the shiver
In the middle of June, a vise around the heart
Inexplicable, the jab well-delivered
One of those moments, he wondered
When the atheist prays, the brave quivers
The shrug was inevitable and noncommittal.
Afterwards, the fear smiled
How easy to make them callous of every breath
How easy to then take it away,
With it’s best friend, the death.
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