It’s like a thunderhead looming over me

It’s the patter of tiny feet I hear

Walking behind me in the dark

It’s the monsters and the walking dead

I imagine lurking in the shadows

Everything screaming in my dreams at night

Tree branches snapping, scraping

As I take my evening stroll

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Fear is the little assassin that brings complete obliteration

It’s nameless

Faceless too

It paralyzes

It sucks all the happiness out of living

It erupts and smears my faith

Every time I want to live,

It rears its ugly head

I want to be fearless

But that feeling  eludes me




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