The Grip Of Fear

Hidden deep within my soul,
It makes a place within my heart,
Standing near the edge of endings,
And once again, the new day starts.

Day by day, I look around me,
Nothing changes inside my soul.
Stuff that’s there for me to fear,
Standing at the edge of the hole.

Does anyone see me, hear me, love me?
Calling out from deep inside,
Still invisible to all around me,
Fears, and pain, I work to hide.
I wish I could stand, and try to shout.
But fear again gets in the way,
It has a grip, I can’t get out,
I’m stuck within my heart each new day.

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