Poetry | Fear.

Fear.
It’s an old friend
Fear.
Calls me again
Fear.
I try to block you out
Fear.
Has control over me
Fear.
I try to let you out
Fear.
My knees on the ground
Fear.
Hands clasp as I speak to the utmost high
Fear.
Get away from me and hide
Fear.
I’ve let you go
Fear.
I now have peace in my soul

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