Fear

 

Fear

 

Cold water splashes you,

But you’re not wet.

It is fear that left you

Cold and shivering

As you walk through the graveyard

Because of a Halloween dare.

It’s pitch black and

You don’t want a hand to…

Reach…up…to…pull you under.

 

They left you at midnight…

The witching hour.

You’re not sure of the time

Because you don’t have a watch.

You want it to be close to one o’clock

So they will come back for you.

Things look like

They will

Jump out at you.

Shadows look like moving beings.

You’re terrified to the bone!

You don’t want to

Trip

And

Land

In a

Grave.

You head in the direction

In which you think is the gate.

 

Cold water splashes you,

This time

You’re wet!

Reviews

[Jade]

Love the imagery, this is spooky and clever. I enjoyed this

[Dwayne Spears]

Your use of imagery is astounding. Even though the reader is uncertain of the fear it is none the less real. Please post more of your work. Love you Baby

[Damien Dsoul]

It is very descriptive, this poem is, and it makes very little effort in showcasing the presence of what lurks in the dark before us. The imagery is both psychological and symbolic ... the tension much evident in the third stanza, as ingeniously, the poet returns us to the beginning, more like starting ourselves on a journey but not realising that we've not even moved.