Fear Poem by Maya Trowborst

As I lay wounded and weak,
Wondering why am I here?
Why did I have to be so frail, so meek?
Why did I not listen to my Fear?

He was always walking in my shadow
Always this annoying and pesky little thing.
Constantly telling me "no no no"
And making me jump ten feet up whenever the phone would ring!

He would always nag me
Tell me to run
But I was to foolish to see
And now the deed is done...

I was such a fool!
And now i must pay the price
I had not listened to fear, my beloved tool,
So now my body lays here, cold as ice.