Thursday, March 5, 2009

Journal #100

I make you weak at the worst of all times.
I keep you safe, I keep you fine.
I make your hands sweat and your heart grow cold.
I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
I afflict men and women, both young and old.
I will command your attention, but seldom deserve it.

What am I?

fear

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