I love poetry, mostly reading it, but I sometimes dabble in writing a bit. This is something that I wrote a very long time ago.
I did not see the day grow dark.
Night sounds grew as dark came down,
Looking, looking all around.
How can I fear what I can't see,
Fear, fear let go of me.
With nothing to fear, but fear itself
I put my fear upon a shelf.
I turned around to see what's there,
my fear is gone... where?
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