Danger - Poem by Elizabeth Turner
I sit perched upon a place I could fall,
below me my fears rest, there they lay, all.
But yet I am brave, not worried a bit.
If I fall, below me, lies a pit.
A pit of darkness and deep despair,
the thought of it tingles my hair!
I'm here for no reason, other than peace,
but yet how is there peace in a place surrounded by lurking beasts?
Now my stomach is churning lightly...
Alright, maybe I am scared ever so slightly.
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