Morbid Fear Poem by Patrick Tincher
Morbid Fear
Rating: ★5.0
Backed into a corner
No where to turn
The only way out lies ahead
'Run the gauntlet' the voice whispers
Racked with convulsions
Hands shaking
Legs turn into water
Mental determination forces me forward
If change is to happen
I must run the gauntlet
Morbid fear forgotten
Iron-willed
Step by step
I wade through Hell
Hell hath no fury at all
Friday, September 24, 2010
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