Can'T Run, Yell, Or Fight
Take Me Away
I can no longer see straight
As it walks towards me,
I can't tell is this death?
Will I die or will I just be passed by
This fear is torture
I must leave this area
I am scared so I want to run
My legs won't move
I am still so I must shout
My voice is gone
I am brave and I want to fight
My arms won't raise
Fear is the worst torture of all
How long will I be scared?
At least the pain comes quick when you fall
The anticipation is worse than any physical harm that is feared
Copyright © Matt Forshay | Year Posted 2015
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