Fear (an acrostic poem) Arise part 3

Flipping her safety off, Sarah prowled at the edge of the clearing

Evening was about to transition into night, leaving her people vulnerable

As she slowly cleared another ten meters, she began to smell something

Realizing they were not alone, Sarah felt despair


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Deep (an acrostic poem)

Despair drained what was left of Lynda’s ambition

Even when she looked at all she had accomplished

Everything seemed so meaningless in the grand scheme of things

Perhaps that was the real reason to keep going though