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This poem is no my fear of how things are going.

Nerves are rattling
What is it my mind is battling
Fear of something I cannot place
Can’t be a person for I see no face
Every day I stress
Wiping sweat from my brow now I’m breathless
About to go into shock
My body begins to lock
Images start to flash
They all come to a crash
Then I awake
Is it over or just a break
I guess it was a dream
Then it hit me like a beam
Yes now it’s clear
I know what I fear

The Future.