Fear
Every day when the evening starts,
the ache builds in her chest
She knows she need to go to her bed,
and take some rest.
But she stud's there,
watches the twinkling stars.
The night turning into day,
through the window bar.
Everything seems silent,
too silent to hear the ticking clock.
The sound of breeze,
brushes thorough the face.
She can feel the storms,
ruptures the vein inside her chest.
Everyone sees her in the day
Strong and smiling heart,
thinking she is doing well.
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