Fear
A feeling that can not be explained,
the monster that stirs inside.
Nothing can calm you down.
What can you do?
Night falls and monsters arise,
you cuddle in the corner hoping it will go away.
Time is like a snail moving as slow as it can go,
minutes seem like hours.
Sweat drips as anxiety grows
Finally, the sun peaks over the horizon,
the anxiety starts to fade.
Morning is here with no worries.
As for now...
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