Fear

The darkness creeps in,
threatening to choke me.
Every horrid thing I can think of
crowds my mind.
It closes in on me,
not wanting me to be free.

It keeps me from moving,
paralyzes me.
Threatens to take over,
to keep me from getting away.

Fear is here to stay.
Gripping me tighter and tighter.
Sometimes it saves me,
sometimes condemns me.
'Tis just a feeling,
but a strong one at that.

By Cortnie
Age: 16
Date: Monday, February 4, 2008