I haven't been writing poetry all that long so I dunno if this will be any good.. but here we are:

"Fear"

It burns slowly, painfully,
It chills to the bone.
It crushes your spirit,
And haunts your home.

It will follow your steps,
Where ever you go.
It lurks, and waits,
In the deepest shadow.

It's a part of you,
Though you're ashamed to admit,
You could scan the world with your eyes,
And you wouldn't see it.

It has no friends,
Yet doesn't travel alone.
It picks passengers along its way,
Speaking in that monotonous tone.

It grabs you by your wrist,
Directs you where to go.
Except for those with courage,
Except for those who know.

It can not be outwitted,
Not by you and not by me.
But try your very hardest,
And in the end we all shall see.

A little cliché.

ah, thank you