Aichmophobia

I was walking down a street at night with brother and sister,

by the street i saw something

that sparkled the narrow lane,

i got attracted to it,

i left their hands

and ran towards the thingummy that sparkled.

i was three,

it was dark,

i got scared.

i saw a man with a knife,

i heard little girls cry

for life.

the man turned towards me,

i shouted, i cried,

because i didn't want to be stabbed.

this is how it was i remember

because the next day i woke up with aichmophobia.

only sharp things have been my fear, forever.

Reviews

[Emily]

Very well written!
I like the story it tells!
Keep it up!!

[Curtis.Lenker]

Great writing here. I love it. Its very descriptive and paints a very vivid picture. Keep up the great work.

[iamshadowine]

thank you :D

[Neha Sharma]

A neat description of the inception of the fear in the form of a poem. A grievously good read!
Keep writing. :)

[iamshadowine]

thank you :)

[Jesse W.]

I was three, I was dark. Did you mean for this to be 'it was dark?' Other than that, this poem was remarkable. I enjoyed the poem for its story, going from innocent to a frightened darkness in the blink of an eye. Excellent poem!

[iamshadowine]

yes i guess i missed the 't'... i'll edit it! :) thank you so much :))

[barleygirl]

Very unique & clever! You've given us the definition of a word many probably do not know. You've shown us, instead of telling us, what this means & how it feels & how it can happen to a person. Now I want to go find a rare word & try to do the same. Thanks for the inspiration!

[iamshadowine]

thank you :)

[Cyndy Robinson]

Wonderful poem. I really like this.

[iamshadowine]

thank you so much

[Mary Helda]

A dark poem...poignant but lovely

[iamshadowine]

thank you! :)

[Mary Helda]

You are welcome