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FEAR

Fear,

The worry and dread

Of being wrong

About something of which

I know nothing yet.

 

The prosecution,

Did I do it?

Yes or No?

I am so frightened

I don't even know.

 

He is shouting,

I've walked off

I'm sitting alone

In a corner

Like in the poem about Jack Horner.

 

Am I alive?

Am I dreaming ?

In my bed?

I don't know

But I sure wish I was dead.
Written by skinnypins1972
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