A feeling of danger settles
over the soul
a portent
of threat
to friend by foe.
Foe
may be unknown
but
the danger is real.
I rarely feel the threat to my person.
I feel it upon the people I love.
And it frightens me...
Where
does it come from?
This change in my air?
The internal alarms are at full decibel
clanging incessantly
as I wish
my loved ones close and safe.
I fear no one
acts
or reacts
to cause you
harm.
Where does it come from
this illogical reasoning?
Does it poison me or protect me?
Why does my internal self
percept
a season of menace?
I am vigilant.
Ever
watching and aware.
You,
under my wing.