Fear

We were given a poem in another language and asked to translate the poem. Not literally, but how we think it would be given the feel we got when reading it. Here is mine.

 Fear

It's something rattling me: destroying. Nothing has stood

against it and remained. Long breaths sputter and fail,

valiantly faltering on every exhale.

I do not know what causes this, only what it is.

At each turn the minutes speed then slow.

I have no alternative but to run.

If I make it through this shattered maze

and find my way back to the safety of home.

Disregard this letter,

for its purpose is no longer valid.

Should I never show my face again.

Know this: My strong will failed, for the last time.