Fear and Fortitude

I feel fright everytime
things happen and im not sure
if its happening because
of me or the thoughts of others
I feel fear whenever it causes pain
to me.Particularly to others

The smell of acrid smoke
or the pungent taste of death
the putrefying odor of rotting sickness
of disease not only of the body
but of the mind.Uncontrollable
Maybe distant from you
yet it is happening
around us
So near.Be it far or not

For that is the fear of men
the fear of fading away
without a thought
Of glimpsing a dark future
where control is impossible

Like mice in a cellar
making little noises,squeky
arrogant.Yet pitifully small
But it is there

Fear.Rancid.Present
Death, Sorrow.Pain
It is there. But fear not
Just take the step
Deep breath.And wade through it
With Courage and Fortitude