by Amy Covel

Man in the dark with hand on his forehead.

Fear can drive a man mad.

Fear of failure and loss,
Not of a loved one
Or a possession,
But the selfish pursuit
Of one’s own perfection.

This test of fear
Is passed by the man
Content to earn
And claim as his own
A monster’s soul.

For monsters feel no fear,
So why be human,
Crippled by this curse,
While one’s humanity
Can be borne away
On a hearse?

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