Perpetual Fear

He is stuck inside his cave hugging his knees,

The situation is grave, all around him the darkness of fear,

Outside the sun shines a glimmering blur, as seen through a sheen of water.

The painting swarms in front of his eyes, forever shifting shapes,

He can see her face, her eyes, his future, his dreams going to waste,

That place, his race, his pace, his age

His face, his name, his date, his eyes.

His pain knows no disguise, it is visible to all but only a few decide,

To have a look and see inside,

And what will they find?

A writhing mass, writhing tall?

A seething pit of blood and gore?

He hugs his knees and bows his head

He lives in perpetual fear.

He refuses to believe the sunshine is real, he refuses,

His fear to him is far dearer.