My greatest fear (poem) by seriously

My greatest fear
by seriously _ dave → (All Poetry by seriously _ dave)
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Do you Have a phobia of some sort? I do! I've had nightmares... I awoke late one night in a pool of sweat. This is the poem that came from the experience, it is "my greatest fear".........what is yours? message me. please.... "if you think this poem is good, my other one is even better... "
*"My greatest* fear" by: David W. Smith where am I, can you guess? I'll give you a little hint. there is blackness all around me, no colors, grays or tint. six inches of space- to my left, six inches to my right. my heart begins to pound real fast, my mind is full of fright. the walls are padded which is nice I guess I have a pillow beneath my head. my bodies lying prone, they thought that I was dead. But I was only sleeping, my eyes were closed real tight. this is just a big mistake, "this can not be my plight". No one hears me when I scream, cause there is- no one around. everyone has gone away, it makes a muffled sound. have they all forgotten me? my fingers turn blood red my fingernails have all fallen off I scream "I AM NOT DEAD"! My screams are LOUD and F.RA..N...T.I..C now, no hope of being saved. louder, LoUdeR, LOUDER still is how I RANT and RAVE! I have "claustrophobia", it must be "taphephobia" do you know just what that means? please, PLEASE! tell me why. no one can hear my screams. where am I now, have you guessed it yet? in a puddle of my own sweat. __ Startled now, I suddenly wake, was this nightmare only in my head? I sit straight up, with a nervous laugh... "Whew" ... "I'm only in my bed".** © David W. Smith 2009 davidsmith03.comcast.net <---go ahead, play me---<< My greatest fear
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Reviewed by ~ H (Reader)

Reviewed on July 4, 2009

Excellent writing.

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on June 24, 2009

What a relief! It was an awful, awful experience! (of course I experienced it with you--it was that good) The picture is horrific.
My unreasonable fear is of heights. Don't know why. Was it my little brother's "blankie" draped on the attic windowsill? That really shook up my mom, but he was safe--just the thought of the tiny boy being there was scary. Still, all these years; that's all I can come up with.
Connie

Reviewed by Yandiswa Molose (Reader)

Reviewed on June 17, 2009

hahahahahaa!

I like this.

great work.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on May 17, 2009

*shudders* This has a terrifying feeling of being buried alive, trapped in a claustrophobic hell ... gad. Add storms or spiders, and I'd be puddled into a faint - very, very well penned, the short lines only enhance the fear. Well done, Dave.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by seriously dave

wow Karen I was looking at your profile and you have been a busy girl I must say...whew lots of writing huh? thanks for the comments on my poem. I love to write as well, I love to give my writing a little punch as you can see, feel free to check out my other poems.

yours seriously_dave

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

My greatest fear: the dark. Also tight/enclosed spaces, spiders. I have several, but those are the three biggies. Great write, Seriously_Dave; that piccy only emphasizes things! WOW!

(((HUGS))) and love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)