a poem by Jeremy C Kester
Break my consciousness,
let me sleep today,
so that I may not know this,
of what fears I face may…
Tell not to me;
of those terrors break,
my being state of dying see,
which the difficult road I take.
For maybe I shall stride,
different from where I stand,
but I fear of where my courage hide,
and I do not know which feet may land.
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Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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