Challenge
Write a poetic interpretation of your greatest fear.
It may be of depression, inner demons, or simple daily things you find yourself afraid of.
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The Golden Hour of Doom
Moving fast through time.
Reclining while under great pressure.
Sleet falling from the heavens
Soaking my hopes and dreams.
Like rays of amber that drench the trees during golden hour.
How can I control what is just beyond my reach?
Everything falling apart
With no hope of recovery.