I wonder in this sleepless night
The reason for irrational fright
That whips its holder on the face
And tears our clothes with sickening grace
I wonder why, when these terrors come
Some shake and hide, some quickly run
And some stand tall, and brace for fate
To lead them on to heaven’s gate
But when that brazened soul doth shine,
The fears that horde the braver mind
Will flee to fields of scorched grain
And cry, cry, cry in vain
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6 comments:
very nice job emily!!
Did you write this? It's very good!
yes, thank you! :)
I absolutely, positively, Oh-My-Gosh LOVE IT! I just can't get over you! Just too talented. *shakes head while looking at the floor*
i really love this poem, you're pretty much amazing!! :)
<3 Amelia
amelia! I love youu :)
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