The Greatest Fear

  1. Ale Mercado illustration for The Greatest Fear poem by Nicholas Lesniak

Pain and tears like falling rain

Flood your cheeks then fall away

Shadows drift like clouds of smoke

Gone adrift then gone astray.

Hunger, death and daily work

thank god for flight, like a bird.

Sadness like unkept gravestones

but no one sees the skin and bones.

Beautiful landscapes fade to all but blurs.

The future and the world are yours.

Note From Editor
I was very struck by the vivid imagery in this poem, and I think that the author has a gift for weaving quite beautiful, haunting images together. The stark, bare lines created layers of atmosphere and potentiated each other, and built to a whole that was arresting and striking. A beautiful uplifting ending, too.
About the Author

Nicholas Lesniak

My name is Nicholas Lesniak I was born in Poland but came to Ireland when I was four years old. My interests are writing learning and cycling: last year I won 3rd place in Ireland for Polish Grammar. I live in Kilkenny. For a school project we were meant to write a poem everyone said that it was good so I decided to publish it . This poem means a lot to me because it was my first poem that I wrote.