February 3, 2009
By Anonymous

I'm sitting.
Wondering about life's plan.
What is there to fear?
This is hard to understand.

I'm standing.
Looking at myself in a foggy mirror.
My image fuzzy and abstract
In my eyes, though blurry, there's a hidden fear.

I'm walking.
In a dream I feel as though I'm lost,
Fear spreading throughout my body,
Like the sparkle of the first frost.

I'm running.
Searching for something I cannot find.
Blood pulsating through me,
Scared I will get lost in my mind.

I'm screaming.
Then I discover what I'm looking for.
Nothing. There's nothing to be found.
Fear is not knowing what's behind the door.

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