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Joe Gibson Jan 2018
I was hiding within a stormy world,
Ice slicing deeper, a hurricane swirled.
Whatever it was that was coming, was coming for me and me alone,
I waited there in terror, frozen to the bone.
I hid and shook and waited, for the beast, deadly as can be...
The beast was hiding deep inside,

deep inside of me.
A poem written to portray how the most terrifying things in life, though scary are usually coming from you.

— The End —