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Fear
Fear
Would chase me on my way home,
That bastard was quick,
And he could surely run,
When I dashed away to hide,
He was there grinning,
Right at my side,
So I glanced,
Then quickly sprint
I had no courage,
To stare,
And face fear,
With his evil glint,
In his dilapidated eye.
So I bolted,
And then I cried,
I cried because,
I had to face that bully,
But would I regret it,
And then be sorry,
So I waited
And hid,
For him to surface,
For that coward to show his rotten face,
Then I grit my teeth,
And with all my knowledge,
I spluttered right in his face.
Damn!
So I ran again.
He was too tough
At the time,
While my shoulders were sunken
His neck was up high,
Then I saw him,
On my way to the shop,
He was whistling and my
Heart just stopped,
He winked,
His cocky wink,
I thought
And now
I think,
That I and fear,
Should have a conversation,
Possibly about
My confidence abrasion,
So one day,
When he was on his own,
I sneaked behind him,
And touched his arm,
"I hear you've been waiting for me so long,"
I think I shook him,
For then he was gone.
Written by Otatade Iseghohi Okojie
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