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ng up the night with their passion and hope that I will be alive tomorrow when the sun rises from its grave. I listen to the beating of my heart and dream of finding my way home through the underbrush. Thorns prick my flesh and I taste blood on my lips.</p><p id="9a25">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="5f92">If you liked this poem, you may also like <b><i>Bike Trip</i></b>.</p><div id="9c8f" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.

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Fear

A Spiritual Poem

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Sometimes the darkness is my friend and hugs me close to her bosom. Sometimes I hide in the shadows and wait for the hand of God to grab me by the throat and toss me into the wind. I watch the fireflies burning up the night with their passion and hope that I will be alive tomorrow when the sun rises from its grave. I listen to the beating of my heart and dream of finding my way home through the underbrush. Thorns prick my flesh and I taste blood on my lips.

Copyright © 2020 by Harley King

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