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The air is hot and almost unbreathable under the bright Egyptian sun

Here I stand in a place thousands of years old

Anticipation enters my soul feeling like a ton

This feeling makes my blood run cold.

I slowly walk into the tomb as I desecrate this holy place

Thinking of all the years a mummy laid here

Seeing where grave robbers have been, such a waste

Thinking of all the memories within these walls, I start to feel fear.

Feeling as if I am being watched these feelings I must stop

The fear and terror must dissipate

These awful feelings I must not adopt

I will not let my feelings seal my fate.

Terror and horror within my soul dwells

There is no reason for this terror I possess

Trying to climb out of terror's deep dark well

Scared am I, I must confess.

I will try and take hold of my emotions

So the fear and terror will go away

I want to go outside and feel the warmth of the sun

To get away from this horrid place of decay

that is a good poem. very graphic. i can feel your fear.