Nerve blended in fear.

Dear to the heart, of the soul.

Pool in to the middle and sways.

Sways even the steadiest, the mightiest.

Fall at the wonder seen…

A flower that blooms, seldom

Fell upon them …

oh it is the rush, the swell of

fear taken out by nerve.

~~~

Submitted as part of Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 44

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