Fear Conceived

What species of fear
lives only for you?

Is of this world but
born of one parallel?

A world of screams
and blood
and force
of air and light to animate ghosts.

Trigger finger pressed and ready,
searching for the enemy within.

No tea to share in quiet rooms
and discuss life’s awful countenance.

The gunfire like imprinted braille,
the insects talking, buzzing, chatting.
Should I trip and dumbly fall
I may never again arise.
Does this explain my tortured disguise?

No shelter, buffer or safer space
only shadow, threat and dreams
of some separately glorious place,
which now I feel a stranger within
An interloper.
A thief.
A mannequin.
A shell inhabited by only pain.
I hear your voice but
feel what?
No sun, no rain.

No tea to share in quiet rooms
and discuss things plurally unimaginable.

Fear Conceived

IdKid

Sydney, Australia

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Artist's Description

This is a piece about post traumatic stress disorder and what I imagine it might be like to live with. It is a hidden experiece that many people or varied histories share in common, but in not often spoken about.

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