Four Dreadful Words
Four dreadful words
send shivers up my spine.
My blood turns to sludge.
My temples throb.
Fear grips me in its icy fingers,
because I know soon
I’ll be wandering around
in a panic, in a tizz,
going this way and that
with disappointed people
tapping their feet impatiently
waiting on me.
I’ll be lost and wondering
if I’ll ever be found again after
hearing those four awful words,
“You can’t miss it.”
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