Fear, Worry

Fear, Worry short poem

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Preparation.
Fear.
Worry.
An open door.
A desk
A pen
An A4 booklet
Noise
Suddenly
Sitting
Quiet.
A voice
Instruction

Begin.
Reading
Questions.
White paper.
Cryptic
I can’t understand.
Fear.
Worry
Panic
Sweat

SCREAM

silently

Tears
Breakdown
Closed
Brain-death
Failure

Calm
Realisation

I Begin
To decode
The riddle
Points
Come to me
Quickly
My pen
Dashes
Across
The paper
Quotes
And thought
Suddenly
Seems easy
Analysis
Begins
To take
Shape
And Confidence
Suddenly
Appears

Fear.
Worry.
Unneeded emotions.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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