Fears
A shadowy night,
with flashes of light,
a boom, a tic, a slash,
something whistles then smash,
you're on the floor,
begging no more,
fear is in your past,
you try to run from it fast,
but fear devours you,
you can't overcome it,
you want to out run it,
you're scared,
but you're dared,
to look in the face of your fear,
but when you do,
you find out it's actually you.
Copyright © Nicole Moose | Year Posted 2006
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