by Danette M. Scott

Created on: October 26, 2008

Poetry: Fear

My deepest fear is that I'll die in this horrible place

And all the remnants of my dreams will have disappeared without a trace

I will never realize my hopes and dreams

They'll be destroyed by corrupt people using illegal means

If I should dare to venture out

Take a chance. stand tall and stout

Even if I should do without

Not having financial means or legal clout

My fear of falling flat on my face

Forced to live in this horrible place

Where no one can find God's good grace

But I'll keep looking just in case

I find a beautiful green space

To build a home and replace

All that I've ;ost in this horrible place

And perhaps find a friendly face

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