Think Tank Thursday

The Fearings are a part of the history of Elizabeth City, NC.   There aren't many, who can say, they welcome fear and/or death~
 

Poets United  has lined their prompt up perfectly this week. Prompt #21 is FEAR~  An appropriate, word as we approach Halloween.

Taste fear, acid erodes the back of  my throat, chocked

bile remains. A loved one has passed.

Grief is served fresh, daily to someone.

Touch fear, when I say Good-bye to the cocoon of my loved one.

A shell of his being, painted alive and rigid.

Death doesn't discriminate, Causes ripples in the pond

No one is immune to it's lottery.

Hear fear in the repeated phone calls, loved ones

gasp. Weeping n' guttural moans, repeated chant of

Are you okay?  He was so young; He will be missed. 

See fear, as I enter this gated community,

Tarnished wrought iron soldiers protecting the

resting souls, in their final beds. Alabaster symbols

Last message from loved one, etched in pain.

Cold marble slabs chosen as their final markers

 Faded blooms, Once walked this earth, 

leaving behind, thorn stabbing pain.

Smell fear, when family tree gathers,

Strong perfume, booze and cigarettes mixed with

casseroles, blended with a side of nausea.

Feel numb, dressed in a slumber of despair,

roaming among the living. 

Daily grind clone, til grief performs her final dance.

Creeping moss grows, aged stones as deep memories fade.

Six feet under, another journey or not; the final frontier

of life remains in question...