Fear, the Animal

Fear of the present, fear of the past 

My brain cannot escape its evil grasp

With all my heart, I try to escape

The vicious claws of fear's embrace

In the end, when the feelings fade

All of my life will have to be paid. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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