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Moratorium
by Lyle Berry (Age: 61)
copyright 08-20-2003


Age Rating: 18 to 127

  Moratorium
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Praying for a moratorium on fear,
I am weary from losing sleep,
agonizing over what might happen.
I am drained by the waiting -
anticipating the impending doom -
the Inevitable and Unavoidable.

I know nothing’s achieved, worrying about the Unavoidable.
That act only perpetuates fear,
and amplifies the threat posed by dastardly Doom.
Hope is incapacitated when Worry annihilates sleep.
Yet, I perpetually fret, while Truth lurks, pensively waiting,
for the Immutable and Inexorable to happen.

The truth is, I have no control over what happens.
Unavoidable means unavoidable.
Denial will only ameliorate the terror for a moment - a waiting
game I play with dreadful fear.
Reality will not change - even if I were permitted to sleep -
there is no escape from the ultimate, Doom.

Should I then capitulate to imminent Doom?
Why even struggle, if I know what will happen?
The Earth will still turn while I sleep.
Fate cannot be thwarted – it is unavoidable.
A debilitating beast, this Fear -
fear of what is most certainly waiting.

I am diminished by this execrable waiting.
Sword of Damocles’ a pen knife next to my precognition of Doom.
There seems no limit to the length and breadth of my fear.
I’m acutely aware of the other shoe and what will happen -
its descent, like Death, unavoidable.
At this stage of torment, I do not even dream of sleep.

The only refuge (an illusion) appears to be the Big Sleep.
But that Dirt Nap sucks; odds are Beelzebub’s waiting
and Hade’s flames are unavoidable.
There is doom and then there is DOOM.
Then fear’s Eternal, no matter what else happens.
There is fear and then there is FEAR.

Asleep or awake, alive or dead, Doom
is the horror just waiting to happen -
as unavoidable as its harbinger – Fear.


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08-25-2003 Janet Owenby    

Lyle you make fear even more terrifying. I really am a fan of horror and you have such a way of making it real. I would love to read a horror story written by you. Write us one.


08-20-2003 Gregory Christiano    

Fears and phobias....there's nothing like them to choke the life out of you. You have certainly captured the dread and anxiety!


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