Fear
Face The Demons
Shadows creep
Far and near.
As one heart beats,
Anxiety runs rhythms
And takes front roll seats.
I hear the screeching,
The howling, and
The silent yelling
Of the darkest night.
I spin out of control.
Inside my head
Are winters, so cold.
Time withers.
Doubt sinks in.
My face is brushed
With danger,
It heats red.
Hot!
Darkened pathways
Follow moonlit
Rays of hope.
I breathe.
I am not dead.
My cold chills
Follow raised hairs.
I look forward
I look backward
Everywhere,
Over my shoulders!
Trust has gone.
I sweat
And I swear.
Deepened thoughts
Follow overthinking.
I cry, I hide.
Nowhere is abundant,
It is all around!
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