What Fear?

It's an odd thing that people give human like substance to abstract things. In the Poem "My Fear," by Lawrence Raab fear takes on a human form, it is touchable, seeable, tasteable. It is quite odd, I have never thought of something like fear or death as something human, but more like another entity outside of humanity. It is a power, more like a force of nature. It causes people to do incredible and stupid things to eachother and to the world.

Raab gives little signs of significant things. For instance, when he calls fear "Mr." it signifies that he respects fear and that he wouldnt want to provoke it because in the next few lines in stanza 3 he asks what he must carry form fear and that he wonders if "he" is sorry for giving Raab those troubles. He is begging fear to give him a light burden so that he will not be so afraid...this is so interesting.

In the last stanza in the last line he wishes that fear would give him small fears like the crickets outside that he heard before he went to bed and met "Him." This is so dark; if he falls asleep he is met on the otherside by fear....