“Am I dreaming or is it real? Something evil that just won't heal. What was it that led it here. Like some old tale about ugly fears. It is cold from my feet to ears. I am told I can't beat this fear. So far it's been more than a year. It waits for me all day here. I see and hear it all, the ache in my gut is not all. It may be tall but it won't make me fall. I am real and you a fake I call. I will seal you up and send you far. I will feel the sun in my hand and be able to hear. I will lie in the sand and there will be no more fear. Won't let it eat away and bring me to tears. Bye is what I'll say and wave my hand away.”
