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Jan 2019
I breathe
Still, the fear lingers
As my blood runs cold
Was it from above
Or beneath the very floor where I plant my foot

Will they peak beside me
The moment I catch my eye
Is my family still there
Will they be able to hear me cry

This is the fear I live
The sheer horror
Or discrete you may dismay
My mind unravels
And elsewhere takes away

And I wait
And wait
In utter loneliness
Perhaps I am not alone
They’re there

I feel them watching me
They know I fear
They feed off it
And I wait for them to show
Because I know they are near
paranoid,
Written by
Joan Isaac
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