Fear

I am quitter.
I can't move at all.
When I try to walk this steep road,
my feet shake strongly.
I quaver. โ€œI can't walk.โ€
I am about to sink to the darkness with my sorrow.
Fear weakens my will.

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I write poetry in English.

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