Poem -

Fear

Empty and scared, fearing what's left.  asking these questions, but know one answers them.
And with the voices I hear under my bed, I feel like I am crazy, with hardly any time left. 
I'm seeing the shadows, but not seeing the steps, I think I know your very first name, is it Death?

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