Harbored in my startled heart,
lingers a loathsome fearfulness,
Rejecting callously any depart,
and filling my body with dire distress.
Panic is exposed in the pace of my breath
for inside I itch with grim, ferocious fear.
Petrified of a world whose only escape is death,
Terrified this agony looms frighteningly near.
Harrowing the path must be ahead
where suffering lurks, the karma of my hoax.
Heinous is the day I so very much dread
that brings me the truth of my obstructing cloaks.
Morbid is the coming hour
that haunts me through the night.
It is me that they shall devour.
My deciet removed, the time so right.
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