Chapter (27) CONQUER YOUR FEARS

CONQUER YOUR FEARS

                 

Darkness, like a blanket,

surrounding, covering, suffocating

Closing in, trapping, blocking your escape.

Horrors fill the eyes.

You hear the cries

of others' torments.

Fear, acid acrid, rising from your burning stomach

to fire bursting lungs.

You scream, loud, deafening, scaring

No-one caring

that you're shaking and quaking in your shoes.

You are propelled into sudden light.

 

As the little wagon of the Fairground Ghost train rumbles to a halt.

 

Author's Note

ALL COMMENTS PLEASE

Reviews

[Marie]

People like to be frightened when they can be certain there's no danger. I am not so trusting of such carnival rides since I read Stephen King's "Joyland."

[MomzillaNC]

Whoa! Dark, desperate, and surreal and surprising. It reads as a struggle to sanity, then surprises the reader as the end of a carnival ride!

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I'm so pleased you enjoyed it.
Thank you for adding a little happiness to my day.

[MomzillaNC]

You're very welcome. I really enjoyed your poems.

I saw in your little bio that you're a Sci-fi fan. Does that include "Doctor Who?"

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Is there any other. Both my son ( he's 19) and I, still watch old programs. I've got almost the full collection on DVD from the very first.

[MomzillaNC]

OMG! I've been watching all my life. They used to run the DWs on UNC public TV when I was a kid. I've loved every single Doctor!

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Well with the Internet it's possible to send you some of the very early programs if you're interested.

[MomzillaNC]

I already have most of them, albeit, on VHS. My son tracks them down online and watches them too. He's obsessed with DW. "Bow ties are cool!"

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Gotta wear a scarf.

[MomzillaNC]

And a hat!