Acrophobia (Fear Of Height) Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
Acrophobia (Fear Of Height)
High up in the sky
Very high my troubled mind
Wished a road across the ocean
Nothing would this high bring me
Frequently I prayed intermittently
Spare me oh Holy one
Beckon the hostess amiable lovely
No tea, no juice, red wine i request
One, two or three my fill
And off to sleep the height I forget
How many hours I never can tell
When I return the journey about to end
Relief sigh I heave as down the stair I descend.
(Thursday 12th December,2019,9.49pm)
I had to add my comment in this poem...I do not know why...probably, because I just saw again one of my favorite films, starring my favorite actor: James Stewart in 'Vertigo'; and then, my mind start wandering to red wine and Byron, Shelley, and Mary Shelley...all these emotions and associations derived from reading your poem...Wow!
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7/21/2025 1:36:34 AM # 1.0.0
Oh, I know too well the feeling. Don't like heights nor flying
Avery big phobia for me. Thanks dear Panagiota.