Trepidation Poem by kinuthia david

It is the whispering ghostly shrill,
That the path ahead is of a dead end
The ambience in your soul that makes you feel,
Like all of your exertions will come to a halted end,
That your head, you won't be able to feel,
Once it, towards your endeavours, bends
Trepidation is a doubtful soul; ,
It is a breath so foul;
It poisons the courage in your soul:
It is the feeling that kills a savior,
And makes him a failed hero
And him that masters it to his heart,
Him; is that whom we call a sacred hero