Fear of Night

Nyctophobia a story in ryhme

FEAR OF NIGHT

 

Creeping black whispers

Inching out of corners

Patches of forgotten night

Remembered at the ebbing light

Stave the chill from window sill

Grasp at imitations pitiful

Of sun

As the fire’s fuel is lost

And embers grow dim

You suddenly remember

A candles wick just then

Lighting it

And hoping still

For a shorter night

Than usual

Though Deep down

You’re filled with dread

That this time ‘round

It may never end

 

3-15-08

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Reviews

[Jordan M. DeSurne]

I'm not quite sure if you're trying to stick to some sort of metre or just write it how it comes out, but either way is good (in my opinion). I think you've conveyed your message quite well and done a good job at communicating with the reader, which is excellent.

"Patches of forgotten night
Remembered at the ebbing light"

I particularly enjoyed this bit. I'm a sucker for poems that have lines that just seem to rhyme so well.