James Grengs

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Poem by James Grengs

I am your fear.
-I grip you in the night.
-I hold you when you are alone.
You may know of me,
For you have faced me in the past.
You cannot defeat me-
I am part of you,
And always will be.
It is I who makes your blood run cold.
It is I who makes your hair stand on end.
They tell you worry will kill you,
But I gave birth to your worry,
So indirectly,
I kill you.

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  • knot Available (11/8/2004 4:08:00 PM)

    Okay...a little scary. But true (at times) . 'Be the Lilly! ' :)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 8, 2004

Poem Edited: Monday, November 8, 2004