Fears
They are chasing me,
the shadows of who I might be.
Can no one else see?
I try to run away,
But still they remain.
Why do they cause me such pain?
Will they ever be slain?
How can I keep them at bay?
Why must I always run?
Will I ever again see the sun?
Will this ever be done?
Can I ever face these fears?
Of what will happen to me,
of what I will be.
Of all that I might see
Can I ever stop these tears?
Their claws are getting near,
I scream but no one can hear.
There is so much fear!
It threatens to overwhelm me.
It's too late,
This is my fate,
All I need do is wait .
Now I cannot see,
I feel the familiar sting,
Only tears can bring.
The memories are fading.
I sit up with a start,
It was only a dream.
But what does it mean?
All the things I have seen.
I only remember a small part.
I don't sit for long.
The memory is now gone,
Nothing is wrong.
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