The Face We Fear

A Portrait of Hate

Not every monster lives in shadows. Some take shape inside us, wearing the faces we fear most.

With a headless body and a heartless chest,
has nothing to give, but everything to take.
A colder face, rough and formless,
it starts to smile, brings death, unrest.
The noise it makes, it sings, it shapes
a song with verses, so unblessed.
Those grinding steps
Don’t come, don’t go,
just a blurred stance.

Its sighting, dark across the skies,
dense mist it lays upon the eyes.
It brings no peace, just cold despair.
I scramble strength and try to bear.
Confront it?! Should I try to dare?

The fight is long and isn’t fair,
’cause nothing there to see and share,
but hate, revenge, layer after layer.
There’s nothing there,
mere barbed hair.