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Fear of the Encroaching Unknown

©Shers Gallagher 2016
She fears the beast of the encroaching unknown
while turning within and challenging attitudes
that are encased in her mirrored reflection.
She has let in an influx of foreign change.
Baksheesh, baksheesh!

She now fears the pendulum swing,
ringing out the old and ringing in the new
like a plot to usurp a dying age with what's to come.
Today's usurping of antiquated predilections
will not diminish.
The swing grows stronger,
reaching out and vibrating into heaven
as hell oscillates in the taking.
Taking, taking! 

There is a strength in numbers revived
to march on the spilt tears of children -
our children - and their needs
are superseding the burden of giving.

What shall be done then?
What shall be done when the beast is sated
and begins to bite the hand that feeds?

Her mirror, now too heavy to hold, 
is set down. She looks away 
to rest up for another day
and face her fear of the encroaching unknown. 

Aisling Books 


  1. Yes , does feel like we are at some sort of collective breaking point , doesnt it ?

  2. Metaphors for so many situations in the world today! Very good!

  3. Your poem is thought provoking ... I enjoyed it!

  4. No amount of fortune telling nor psychic intervention can ever tell us.

  5. very intriguing and thought provoking.... ah, the unknown is always terrifying.

  6. I sense a bit of Poe here...and maybe a touch of Dorian Gray...


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