Controlling Fear

Location

I step away,
As he slowly approaches,
Hidden out of his sight.
Evil he has come to do…
But I must do right.
I will just wait here,
If he does not see me first,
My heart is beating,
I’m about to burst!
My throat is sore,
My lungs are tight,
I’m walking in the dark,
Gaining courage to fight.
He is trying to kill me,
And my siblings too.
That is why I am nervous,
My fear for those two.
He will not hesitate,
To take their lives,
So my finger is on the trigger,
And my hand is on the knife.
I can see him standing there, stalking around,
With his dark, cold eyes,
His manipulative mindset,
And an evil web of lies.
He is attempting to rob us,
He is attempting to thieve.
He will do harm to us,
That I believe.
My responsibility,
Lies heavily upon me,
I must protect them,
And there is no way to flee.
I can feel the blood pumping,
The adrenaline is real,
This man is evil,
I must not try to deal.
Fear is driving me,
But I have control.
When I come closer to him,
I will play my role.
Controlling Fear

I step away,
As he slowly approaches,
Hidden out of his sight.
Evil he has come to do…
But I must do right.
I will just wait here,
If he does not see me first,
My heart is beating,
I’m about to burst!
My throat is sore,
My lungs are tight,
I’m walking in the dark,
Gaining courage to fight.
He is trying to kill me,
And my siblings too.
That is why I am nervous,
My fear for those two.
He will not hesitate,
To take their lives,
So my finger is on the trigger,
And my hand is on the knife.
I can see him standing there, stalking around,
With his dark, cold eyes,
His manipulative mindset,
And an evil web of lies.
He is attempting to rob us,
He is attempting to thieve.
He will do harm to us,
That I believe.
My responsibility,
Lies heavily upon me,
I must protect them,
And there is no way to flee.
I can feel the blood pumping,
The adrenaline is real,
This man is evil,
I must not try to deal.
Fear is driving me,
But I have control.
When I come closer to him,
I will play my role.

Comments

SarahEarth

your poem is Great! it could be made into a song if you really wanted it...but its very vivid, was this a nightmare or something that actualy happened? Anyway its Great, I love the repition.

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