Fear Takes Many Forms, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Fear Takes Many Forms

Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?
Grinding, knurling as if made by a beast!
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Far too easy here for us to be downed
I for one do not choose to be a feast.
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?

Here only my meatless bones will be found.
Care not to be referred to as deceased.
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Afraid that my ticket is stamped “hell bound.”
Forgotten, as if never did exist.
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?

Need I this situation to expound?
Again, again I shall ever persist.
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Am I so daring myself to be clowned?
Do you not fear the monster to be unleashed?
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

The Minotaur, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Minotaur

The flag struggles as if to fly away
While the trees shake back and forth at their roots
Somersaulting leaves look if they’re at play
Huddling cows yet to put on winter suits
Coal dust colored clouds grumble on their way
As small furry creatures go down their chutes
What a horrific sight is on display
Anything in its way it persecutes

The great north winds I have lived through before
From its meanness there will be no relief
It’s banging and banging at my front door
To get inside to deliver its grief
The sound it makes signifies we’re at war
Showing anger its visit won’t be brief
Again we’re visited by Minotaur

He unleashes anger throughout the night
First beating rain then turning into snow
With each passing hour more fear does ignite
As wind pushes snow into mountains they grow
The sun forces itself through the clouds with light
Those who burst out to freedom don’t wallow
But attempt to control continued fright
For the winds did cease just moments ago

How much damage did he leave in his wake
Depends on his anger in his visit
For he takes whatever he wants to take
Their lives some unwillingly shall forfeit
From his visit there’s sure to be heartbreak
What he leaves behind there is no merit
His horror is what’s kept as a keepsake
There is someone who will never forget

Untamed Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Untamed Heart

You have need to know
My heart’s like a rodeo
Countless ups and downs
Never will this heart be tamed
Nor will it ever be claimed

So why must you try
Cannot we just say goodbye
Isn’t that I don’t care
By me you are held so dear
It’s our future that I fear

Hearts have come and gone
For mine they could not count on
You must understand
My life is filled with nonsense
For it there’s not a defense

Wont’ be a John Doe
Ever to be a bronco
Should you take a ride
You may get hurt when you fall
I’m afraid it will end all

The Girl in the Window, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Girl by the WindowThe Girl by the Window, Edvard Munch (1893)

The Girl by the Window

The full moon is high in the sky.
There is calm at this time of night,
Yet I’m not, I am sure the why.
For my body is wrought with fear!
Was told that fear I must control,
My life as is brings early death.
For reason I can’t meet my goal,
Will I soon take my final breath?
In the earth will that be the end?
May be better than current fate.
If soon my life I cannot mend,
When exactly is it too late?
Shall I just crawl back to my bed,
To simply wait for death to come?
But if there’s truth I have a soul,
Better I kneel, begin to pray,
To gain faith I’m willing to toil,
That time ’till end I can delay.
Is it correct for what I ask?
Not knowing what is best for me,
Is truly life’s most daunting task.
What ought to be done to be free?

Jealousy, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Jealousy-1913Jealousy, Edvard Munch (1913)

Jealousy

A fit of rage has come over me
What is going on I can see
It is here before my very eyes
Of course she would deny
That she flirts with another guy

Look at the smirk on his face
In her heart me he wants to replace
What is it that makes me shake
Is it anger or is it fear
When he and she are so near

Did I not win her with my charm
Now she does me mental harm
Turning into a timid little mouse
Feeling sickly and insecure
Not knowing if I can endure

Here I languish as a fool
My courage now minuscule
Confused without confidence
In this hell I will always be
For I am a victim of my jealousy

Through the Door, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Through the DoorSeventeenth Century Lady, William Merritt Chase (ca. 1895)

Through the Door

Here I stand within virtual darkness
Trembling with aching fear of the unknown
For my soul not the color of my dress
The past hangs from my neck like a millstone

Do we all fear needlessly of our past
Are our misdeeds self-expanding in time
Pressed so deeply forever they will last
From the hole we are unable to climb

There’s light escaping from behind the door
Can this be an omen of my future
Shall I have no fear of what my past bore
So many questions I haven’t an answer

Through our lives there will be baggage
What is needed is to offset it with courage