Looking back, I can't say where the fears came from
They crept up like some mad crocodile slither into my head
And wound themselves around me like a blanket.
None of them had any truth and they were nothing of substance
But it felt like I was falling
The purveyor of fears even sold me a spade so I could dig a hole
Only I found out then
That the floor is Rock Solid
And that I was sitting down
Feeling only frightened of the fear of falling
While firmly on the floor.
copyright Jacky Hughes May 2004
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Your poetry always amazes me. This one's no different. Great imagery! I like your placement of words on the page for added effect. I always end each of your poems the same way--stunned, with my mouth hanging open. I did notice one word you might want to check out. It's 'slither' in the second line. It caught me off guard. I read it as 'slithering' but then realized it wasn't. Maybe it was just me.