Terror:
Each time I wake up alive,
I feel like I walked a mile, dead.
Terror scrapes the last living flesh off of me,
It steps closer to me.
Why do I allow this terror to consume me?
My assumption is because I am new to this terror...
It shook my bones,
Creasing my emotions over fear.
My happiness is scarce to terror,
Making me an easy target.
The Almighty force will not free me of this spirit of terror.
Unfortunately, I must escape terror myself.
Clintorus Eastwood Community Member 
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