Haiku of Phobias

Individual dark poems in haiku form.

I cling to the rung

aching fear tightens my hold

but makes my hands weak

*
screams travel nowhere
body entombed in hard wood

                  can’t see, can’t wrench free

*
blindly groping walls

desperate for a light switch

help... They can see me!

Reviews

[Dandelion]

They could each stand on their own but I really like the progression of the 'story' in haiku form.
Very creative.

[-inactive now-]

Thank you very much for your comment. Though each haiku does stand alone, they each signify a different phobia.