Fear lies like a blanket on my chest
In the middle of the night.
The more I flail,
And my heartbeat runs away,
The tighter it's grip becomes.
That's the thing about fog-
Just as I come over the rise,
(maybe I've figured this thing out)
There's another valley there,
Sucking all the air from my lungs.
This whispering spirit, telling me
Up is down and down is up,
Wants to hold me in his embrace all night
In the darkness, until I remember
I can turn on the light.
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