Fear of the Unknown II

03 Feb 2006

·zuxmania

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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