Fear Poem by Agent Chaos

Fear



I thought I could hide it.
Bury it, drown it,
something, damn it!

It comes in the morning,
my soul to keep,
becoming sickening,
ending in sleep.

How can I communicate this?
I'm always battered,
I'm mostly broken,
pieces of me, scattered.

And then the gnawing,
sense of doom closing,
where is the other shoe,
waiting, fading.

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