The terror flashes over me
Floods at my feet
Pushes the walls around me
Terror
Is a simulation
Waiting to be vaccinated
Leave the terror
In its vacant
Lot that it made within you
Do not fear
Because terror
Is no true threat
The terror is only as strong
As you let it hit you
Think calmly
It’s waves will lightly touch your feet when they get to you
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Steps To Greatness
PoetryThere are the steps that I take to being a better poet. The shorter smaller steps anyway. Mainly consist of short poetry.
