The Window
Standing looking,I see angerI see fear,danger!
Step back to get away,yet all
follows.
The fear grows and the danger
becomes intence.
I strick out in defence only to
feel pain.
Shake my head in disbelief.
Only to open my eyes,and realize that
it is not a window,but...
I am in a maze of MIRROR's
I now know the anger and danger are
in me.
And I am more Afraid!!!!!!
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