Approaching me like the dark of night
I won’t go down without a fight
Preparing myself for the initial blow
I pick up a stone, ready to throw
This feeling inside is shaking my bones
I think of my life as my body groans
How is the end so near?
I try to escape from this desolate place
While blood and sweat drip down my face
I strain my ears and try to hear
This evil beast still drawing near
I feel as though inside a tomb
But there is a breeze still in the room
I desperately try to see clear!
Run as I might through much despair
Hide while I can, the thing is still there
I plead for my life
With God in my strife
But I never did try
To just give up and die
For all that I found was FEAR
A contest entry
- Fear by Passionate Singe.
600 points, ended April 7, 2007, 24 entries
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Smooth flow and a great piece. Best of luck to you.
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Hmm...interesting take on fear, once again only one small fix and that would be to add the word "a" right before breeze in line 13, keep it up Gooch
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