.Pd. is here - Scared

I turn back suddenly
To stare into shadows
The wind whistling by
Rustles the leaves.
In a moment
Things are still
As still as death.
Nothing stirs,
Only my mind whirls.
I look ahead
And begin to walk fast
The sceneries around me
Pass by fast.
My hear skips a beat
And my pulse quickens
Someone, Something,
Is out to get me.
I dare not look back
For I’m real scared,
It isn’t the people
Not even fury of animals
It isn’t the dark
It isn’t even the unknown
That I’m scared of.
But the fear runs deep
My body goes numb
It’s apparent now,
I can see
I think I’m just
Scared of me.

(17 June 2006)

.Pd. is here

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