(Fears)
I feel something
lurking Behind me
but i turn around
and nothing is there
What is it that is watching me?
i asked myself getting scared
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Sitting near the water
watching the fish swim around
to myself i thought
will someone push me in
and leave me to drown
shaking my head
i sighs as i think
about how'll i die
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Sitting around a campfire
i stare into the flames
so pretty and bright
but so painful to touch
will i burn forever
in such a beautiful thing
i hope i never find out
some day
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Sitting in a tree
as i listen to the animals happily
i see animals of all kinds
but do they see me?
will one attack and take my life
i wonder as i watch them curiously
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i lay in my bed staring at the ceiling
Will the roof come down?
Will I die in my sleep?
i sit up as i think
about these things
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these are my fears
what about yours ?
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Words in the breeze
Poetry"The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." -Jean Cocteau "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." -Carl Sandburg "Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." -Plutarch An collection of my t...
