Fear Poem by Kristeta von Popper

Oh reign of fear
Thou hast taken away my very soul
I cling to the mist of my fantasy
Ever more ephemeral vapor
Not believing
I cannot

Oh Father
I am who has forsaken Thee
In my fear I remain captive

Thou of the Grandeur
I look to Thee
And find myself irredeemably lost
My acts are of no consequence

I who once walked with angels
Am but the lowest of thy creatures
And even now I try to raise my head
I look to Thee
And I know I am lost

What Great Will drives me
To my destruction
Am I so hopeless that
I follow.

The fool I am
That follows the lie
That clings to that which is
Untrue, unclean

In what ancient memory
Am I lost
My own lost grandeur
My own lost soul

The tiny flickering flame of truth
Hope
Receding into the distance
Of deep space