Posted by Olsen Potter in

Absolute dread,
a moment when I can feel tension,
like a cat in the headlights of my eyes.

Closing in around me,
I can't seem to move or think
its takes over and will not relinquish its hold.

Fighting, almost like loving,
only strengthens its power
to overtake my mind with images of humilation.

Closer and closer still it comes,
What can I do but let it take me?
All it is
is a simple

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Simple, yes, but so much more. A million words, a million thoughts; all wrapped up in one single exchange. The soul exposed, awaiting acceptance or rejection and it is on this that fear hangs. Fear not.

7/02/2006 8:50 PM

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