Fear
By Elizabeta
June 8, 1998
Trembling slightly
Afraid to move
Afraid of what lies unknown
What unseen presence is watching me?
What evil will emerge from the shadows
What object I gaze upon will
turn into
a raging
Monster
right before
my tired eyes?
What disembodied voice from the
cracks and crevices between the
junk in my closet
will be heard, breaking the
shroud of cold
chilling
Silence?
What evil monster spawned from the
very
depths of the dusty carpet
under the bed
has come to haunt me,
prey on my jaded senses
in the mistly light of early Dawn?
Oh...
Be still my trembling
body, my
shaky hands...
Be still my
Post-Nightmare Trama
and the fear that keeps me
awake,
Afraid to sleep,
Afraid to dream
about
silly common ordinary things
that seem slightly scary
in the surrealistic realm
that lies within my
(slightly)
paranoid mind.
Be still this senseless terror that consumes me.
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