In fact, I normally avoid even reading poetry.
But I do, however, enjoy reading. I read of the fantasy and horror genres. One, honestly, cannot exist without the other coming into being sooner or later.
I finally found copies of the two books I've been looking for, for the last month, at the local book store.
They are a couple of story collection books focusing on "the dream cycle" and the "cthulhu mythos".
Both of which were, concepts created by the author from the 1930's-40's, Howard Lovecraft, who in recent times has gathered a cult following in the fictional media world...
Anyways, as I was reading the short story, called "Azathoth" that was only one page long, I came to realize that during our lives we come to fear many things. Some of the things we fear are rational, but we more than often allow them to rise to unrational levels.
[like claustrophobia]
But when we are not currently facing the fear in question, we sometimes might catch ourselves laughing at them.
UNRATIONAL FEAR
by Chris M.F.
With night haunts unkind
We still remain blind,
Until they come again tomorrow.
Blind not from thought,
But of what darkness brought
Through our passing by madness and sorrow.
Ebony and thick,
Still leaving us sick,
The shadows we blame on outsiders.
Yet it's a shadow that falls
Upon us all
From our own dementia's spires.
Their countenance ghastly,
Gripping us vastly,
From the ends of the Earth to our dreams.
At night they chase madly,
And I tell you this sadly,
We find it all funny it seems.
