Fear. Poem by Anna Nickerson

Fear.



As day burns down to night.
My soul is running out of light.
I hear their screams.
Feel their pain.
These things haunt me everywhere I go.
My heart starts racing.
My chest is pounding.
I can't show them my fear or they will take my life.
Every move I make and with every step I take
They are watching me.
Waiting to find my weakness.

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Anna Nickerson

Anna Nickerson

Flint, Michigan
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