In Liturature a few weeks ago, we were told to write a list of at least five things that we are afraid of. When we finished we were then instructed to write a poem consisting of only four lines. This is mine.
My Fear
The Future is what I fear,
I look into the void,
It almost brings a tear,
For which I am annoyed.
My Fear
The Future is what I fear,
I look into the void,
It almost brings a tear,
For which I am annoyed.
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