Fear of the Unknown II
Sitting still on top of my bed Staring deep into the darkness There are no sounds, only silence It's so very quiet I can hear my even pulse I am suddenly filled with fear Fear of something I don't know Suddenly, the door creaks The bed squeaks Then the silence is broken into a gazillion pieces I can't hear my heartbeat! I am overcome with fear! Fear of what I have no idea! Outside, it is pitch black dark No moon, therefore no light Not even a single star Up in the dark blue sky I'm afraid of what might come So scared and so afraid Remember what my mother always said I kneel down and pray
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zuxmania
As far as I can remember, istarted writing poetry when I was able to take pen and pen and scribble something. At that time, of course, I wasn\'t that aware of the power of what I was scribing. I met guys of McJurni's calibre, they resurrected that...
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