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Fear
I'm fraughting with fear Fear of rise in temperature Fear of sinking blood pressure Fear of developing a lump Fear of a funny happy jump Fear of cough and cold Fear of every pain untold Fear of burns in throat Fear of blood and bloat Fear of lump in the chest Fear of throb in the heart Fear of pain in the tummy Fear of puking after eating yummy. Fear of needles Fear of plasters Fear of pills Fear of fluids Fear of oxygen pipe Fear of nebulization mask Fear of blood reports Fear of monitor bleeps Fear of critical unit walls Fear of emergency calls Fear of dying without living Fear of nothing that siezed my everything Where has this fear come from? When in my brave soul has it taken form? I win the palm battling with it Still, it comes back without any guilt The reason for its popping up I pretty well know It does take shape whenever my health goes low. I haven't knowingly blightened my body, I swear But an unexpected illness always like a crown I wear. Rushing to the doctor many a time Germinated in me this fear for a lifetime Now it's time I take the sword And hit on its back oh! so hard Come what may, I'll not succumb to it A candle of courage in me I have lit. It's time to take the nerve and cut its throat To wield a dagger as its antidote How long on my head will it sit? No, no not anymore will I be guided by it.
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