Dread

No sleep for a week or more;
Awaiting this frightful day for sure.
The scenarios playing through my head;
Filling me with a sense of dread.
Well, the inevitable moment has arrived;
And the urge is there to run and hide.
But I pushed through it strong and tall;
And found that the dread was the worst of all.

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

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