My knuckles are bare
The abuse of the oak tree in my back yard
Is beginning to take its toll
Though I see the blood
I can’t feel the scars
I fear nothing
But fear itself
My fear is long gone though
It hides in a corner of my heart
In a compartment so small
But so vast
And my mind holds the only key
My fear hides in a place long forgotten
Yet often visited
Because every day I throw another part of me in there
And it stays locked up
With the rest of the fear and cowardice
Never to be seen again

 
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