Abracadabra wsshhh you no longer dread my green friend;)
There's sadness in this poem, that rushes fast to our hearts, we can feel it and see it in your words.
Hope all is good with you^_^
Great job.

Fear is part of the game and I often catch myself thing that it is what we dread that is life's seasoning. Lovely poem.

You are a devil.
A sorceress.
Thanks for being so awesome.

Those rhymes.. subtle rhymes... were like GOLD POTS.

What a masterpiece.
I hope it WINS. x

Well written 5/5.
keep writing..

I don't know but...my feeling is this poem is hinting at suicide...not necessary your own..just trying to convey what it may feel like for someone contemplating?

There is a certain feeling of regret...as if you are looking at what may become of people left behind?

Today,
my palms were drenched again,
anxiety glistening in ev'ry pore.
I blinked away dread forming
inside my eyes, licked away
dread from pale lips, hoping
- not -
perhaps for the day I no longer
dread.

^^^^

There is a struggle going on here...who will win? You leave that for the reader to interpretate for themselves...clever write!