Sharon Ashworth - Fear

Shadows moving through the darkness
Black is the night for added stress
An eerie glow from the forest beyond
A silky mist rising from a nearby pond
Strange sounds echoing off the trees
The sharpness of the night's cool breeze
Cuts through me like a razer sharp knife
I try to run for fear of my life
It's coming closer, I can see it
I run faster and faster and try to beat it
It catches up and looms over me
I close my eyes so I cannot see
It's breathe across my face is so thick
The smell of it makes me sick
I can no longer run and hide
I must face this fear trapped inside
I have to take a stand and hit it head on
I open my eyes and find it all gone

Sharon Ashworth

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