Fear
Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!
Fright hit on my breath
like a prey with the predator
shoo! Shoo!! Shoo!!!
Even in my place of bed
seen has a egg shell
In a black man's world
I tried to be tendril like
but dwelling with cynics
can I have a grip of life?
Days are dying
my palm is empty
like a cast net with no fish.
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