To live and die in its terrible grip;
a firm hold on all of us it keeps.
Its prey may escape in moments unawake
but fear never really ever sleeps.
The anxiety stricken are afraid
their phobias and fears will never cease.
They know that even the most brave
and secure rarely have a moments peace.
From the instant of our birth to the end of our days;
The grip of fear may appear to leave in time
but it just manifests itself in other ways.

Poem copyrighted by Bo Bandy.

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