Fears
It lurks in the shadows, unseen by most.
It waits in the dead of night, and creeps through your window, it watches over you as you sleep.
You think that it's just the trees shadow making patterns on your wall, it's not.
It will come, when you least expect it too, it'll creep up and around you to get everyone else. So you suffer.
When you finally realise what it is doing to you, it'll be too late.
It has already gotten the best of you, nothing can stop the nightmares that will come flooding into your mind, making you question your whole existence.
What is it?
Your choice.
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Random poems :)
RandomSometimes I just need to write, and this is my book of writing and books and stuff Hope you like it, by the way I came up with it all by myself.
