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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.
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.
Published 11th Feb 2015
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