Darkness (poem) by Sherry Bach on AuthorsDen

Darkness
by Sherry Bach → (All Poetry by Sherry Bach)
Monday, January 5, 2015 Rated "G" by the Author.

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So my crazy facebook friends have come up with 19 topics for 19 poems. I'm going to try to write them in 19 days. This is the second one I wrote.
Darkness © 1.5.15 Sherry Bach 2 of 19 - Topic Suggested by Mick Kidd He crouched in the closet, down low by the floor His knees were bent and up close to his chest Waiting…for the sound of the squeaky door Would they find him? Did they find the rest? The young child's arms around his legs gripped tightly While his heart raced and pounded he could hardly take it A sliver of light was the only thing he saw, it shone brightly He didn't feel his lip between his teeth in the least bit He tried not to make any noise, not a sound He wondered how long he could stay there and be still Voices. Here they come; they're walking around He froze, afraid to breathe, not moving until… They said, "I don't think anybody else is here." The door swung open for a minute then closed all the way Total darkness now increased his fear Who were they? What were they doing? Would they go or stay? He no longer saw shadows, he saw nothing at all What he would give to have that hint of light back If for no other reason but a reference point to the hall Hatred filled his heart for this blackest of black The front door slammed. He didn't know what to do So he sat there wondering…was he forever forgotten. Would he die there? Well! Was he going to? In the darkness on the bottom like a piece of fruit that was rotten? The fear made him tired and exhausted his head Tears began to fall. First one, then more, like a faucet it came It turned to sobbing. He wanted his Daddy. He wanted his bed. He felt like he and the darkness were one in the same He couldn't get away from it, too paralyzed to run It made no difference if his eyes were open or closed Hope was fading. There was help from no-one. His demise seemed imminent, but he sat in the dark unopposed Suddenly he heard it, his Daddy's desperate plea Calling loudly, "Son…where are you?" The boy's answer at first a whisper, then he… Stood up and in spite of the darkness ran to The arms of his father where he knew for sure With him there was no darkness and everything was light In the arms of his father he felt safe and secure His Dad picked him up and he knew he was alright

Reviewed by Sherry Bach

Reviewed on January 16, 2015

I have to admit to my own fascination with writing. Many times when I begin to write, especially stories, I have no idea where I'm going til I get there. Then there are other times, like with this poem, when I start out with the end in mind and totally get pulled in a different direction from the muses. Go figure! Such an adventure that I will never get tired of.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 6, 2015

Your setup was so spellbinding that the obvious ending caught me by surprise. ;-)

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

I wasn't sure where this was going until the end. A nice happy ending.

Michael D.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

You took me on an end run around, me thinking he was really running from someone, but was only running from the dark. Enjoyed.

Reviewed by J. Roseline

Reviewed on January 5, 2015

Beautiful indeed Jk Roseline