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Phobia
I tiptoe into my room,
Shaking, trembling scared.
Is it waiting in there, to kill me?
Shadows fooling my eyes,
I creep into bed, pull the covers over me
In the heat, I'm sweating.
Maybe I should pull the covers down, just to get some air.
But no, it's waiting there.
People reassuring me that it's gone,
But if I see it, I'll scream
Never have I come across something so deadly
So petrifying.
I can't go to sleep, my covers will come down.
And it'll strike.
I wake up, search the room,
Was it my fear,
Or was the dragonfly really there last night?
Hi Terri...I see what you mean. When they fly along side the boat as we drift along they look so pretty all in blue, with their liitle wings flappy away. I must admit though, if they were in my bedroom I think I would be a bit scared. Great poem.
I know you'll probably be disappointed that it's your sister who's commenting, but this poem sent me into a fit of hysterics. It's so like you, screaming and crying when you see a crane fly.
Really humourous and well-thought out, SISTA! keep writing.
Steph xx