Poetry Contest Entry
Artist - Edvard Munch
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The Grip of Fear
~By Matt *Kenshul* Russell
Our time is so fleeting,
Whatever can we do?
It often makes us feel like
We cannot even choose.
Twilight sets in
Far sooner then it should
We fight it with every breathe
Wondering if we ever could.
Fear soon arrives,
Chilling us to the bone
Making us wish
We could hide deep within our home.
A force appears ahead
Pulling us away
The whole time we wish
That only we could stay.
Then the darkness comes
And swallows us up,
While we fade away and cry out
Please, don’t let my time be up!
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