Fear Must Die!

An empty yet tightly crammed head 

In a cold world, too hot a head

Dark visions creeping into mind

Imagining and conceiving the worst

Contriving , anticipating deathly terror

Eliminating and extinguishing all hope

From a Baby to a Man

You were once a baby and your mom held you in her hands
A helpless tiny human being, she held you in her hands
You did nothing but bawl or serenely slumber in her hands
A little cute thing in her tender hands she cuddled you