Fear

December 10, 2008
By Nicholas Wasierski, Bethel, AK

As I creep closer to the edge,
I fear,
Falling,
Nothing is clear,
No path to fallow,
No right or wrong,
The edge is getting closer,
And I fear,
For what is to come,
No way of stopping,
What has to happen,
For which I fear.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem for a A.P. Lit class about the rest of my life.

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