Fear invokes me to fright,
will I run or will I fight?
I can't know, it's often night,
for everything that comes to take.
Life is hard and causes fear,
to rear an ugly head, "oh, dear".
I am here filled with dread,
mounting high a top my head.
No one helps, but that's O.K.,
I'll be out and seem alright.
Close my eyes and find my rest,
my body lies in depth tonight.
I listened hard, heard what they say,
been to long since it was May.
I'll have help of this is clear,
can you see this?
'cause I'm not Dear,
and I might tear.
K.A.P.
7/1/2009
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