For What It's Worth
by Barbara Lynn Terry
In the shadows of the night,
lurking, slinking just out of sight,
is the one thing so very near,
it leaves us quaking in fear.
It stalks us during the day,
merciless in its evil way,
it never gives us peace,
the soul's fabric it will crease.
We may run, but can never hide,
for it is the thing we cannot abide,
if we are to live a life,
without sadness or strife.
Let this evil thing be quelled,
its minions on the field felled,
with the determination of the soul,
that we are happy, free, and whole.
Barbara Lynn Terry
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