A child's fear
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Tiarna Riches, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2004
Daisies choke on the windowsil
As i lay awake in my bed,
I hear a cry, but all is still,
It must all be in my head.
The screaming never ceases,
Of that i can be sure
It makes, in me, creases,
freezes me to my core.
But no one can hear it,
Not anyone but me
For it is i who creates it,
Deep inside of me.
I hope i will soon be able
To control my tears,
Because I've grown past the label
Of those childish fears.