The Fear
I am confronting
This ghost now
What is really the reason for its coming
Inside this antique room
Does it really know mec like a page of my law book?
Why did i allow myself to be carried by it
Like a helpless kid?
This angry man above my shoulder
Shall drive it away
This solid stare shall dissolve it
Like crystals
Of salt that i dropp in a glass of water
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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