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Fear

It looms over my days,
It haunts my nights,
The further I try to go,
It is again before my eyes.

The sweat trickling down,
My heart beating fast,
It always makes me feel,
This breath is my last.

Like an eight-legged octopus,
It entraps and engulfs me,
The more I shrink back,
Clearly the shadow I see.

My senses seem to give away,
When it comes very near,
And then I realize that
The ghostly figure is fear.

by Aneesha Myles

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This poem through me for a loop i had so many images and so many expectations and than to find out it was fear and fear being the biggest thing to be feared... great poem and it flowed oh so nicely.
It is just fear! Fear is the only thing in life to be feared!