Why Am I Afraid?
This is one of my many question poems...
As we drive toward it my mind whirls.
What if, just what if, the doors jam?
Then I'd be trapped.
It could be dark.
I'm so scared.
It's so horrible.
What if, just what if, the water flows and flows?
It might not stop.
If it doesn't stop, I could drown, I could die.
I would be alone.
I'm so scared.
It's so horrible.
It's so evil.
Why do I do this?
Why must my mind whirl so?
Why do I think this way?
Why am I afraid?
What if, just what if, the doors jam?
Then I'd be trapped.
It could be dark.
I'm so scared.
It's so horrible.
What if, just what if, the water flows and flows?
It might not stop.
If it doesn't stop, I could drown, I could die.
I would be alone.
I'm so scared.
It's so horrible.
It's so evil.
Why do I do this?
Why must my mind whirl so?
Why do I think this way?
Why am I afraid?
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