Shannon Bolithoe : A Writing Life

Too Scared


The fear, the cold, stomach-clenching fear

The fear, the dark, spine-crawling fear

His steps, his voice, his reeking smell

Sickly sweet, rancid, cloying and stale

Invades my nose, my bed, my life,

Too scared to leave, too scared to go

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The fear, the frigid, icey-cold fear

The fear, the black, paralysing fear

His steps, his voice, his withering scorn

Cripples my mind, my will, my pride,

Invades my life, my soul, my mind,

Too scared to leave, too scared to go

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