Friday, February 13, 2009


Fear is standing still, doing nothing.
Fear is waking in the morning and
Not letting the sun pierce the darkness.
Fear is dwelling in the shadows of my mind,
Watching the world turn, not giving a damn.
Fear is walking down the street, feeling naked,
Having people pass by not seeing me, not caring.
Fear is the loneliness crowding a languorous mind.
Fear is a tear falling to the floor with with
No one to see  it, or care, its fate only to dry up.
And fear is being lost in your own story, without end.

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