I am cultivating my own fear
Screams from the horizon freeze me
As days pass the banshee grows near.
One of these days I will need to adhere
I long for the days I was naïve and carefree
I am cultivating my own fear.
Why I am here is now unclear
The horizon called me to the oak tree
As days pass the banshee grows near.
Screams echo and shatter the atmosphere
I expect a banshee but instead there’s nobody
I am cultivating my own fear.
My time at the tree made me sear
I realized I myself am the banshee
All along I was cultivating my own fear
As the days passed the truth grew near.
Matt is a transfer student from Wells College, majoring in Sustainable Communities and Working Landscapes. He enjoys classic Russian literature, lacrosse, and a good synthesizer.