Looking Past The Mask Poem by Momo Flint

What is it that you fear?
The cold unfeeling gloom of loneliness?
The hollow rapture of living without love?
The silent shadow beside you?

What is it that you fear?
The horror of your own reflection?
The secrets so hard to hide?
The pain of no one listening to your pleas?

What is it that you fear?
The desire so hard to ignore?
The ambition strumming a siren tune?
The urges which consume every waking thought?

What is it that you fear?
The rejection of “the one”?
The silent horror of being eaten alive, for want of another?
The never ending cycle of running, running, but never reaching?

What is it that you fear?

I fear myself.