CattySwinger
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- Mar 10, 2003
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I'm eighteen years old, but even though I'm by all legal rights and means and adult, and I'm married... for some reason I still have a childish fear of the dark. I mean... I can sleep in a dark room, I don't need a nightlight or some such thing, but when I'm just sitting alone in a room that's pitch, even with the light of the computer screen I get creeped out. I always have to go turn some form of light on, if I'm awake in the dark. Sometimes, when I'm alone at night, and I want to go downstairs to get a glass of water, I will turn on every light in the house on my way down, and then turn them off on my way up, jumping from patch of light, to patch of light as the darkness swallows everything behind me. I've been doing this since I was a kid. Even now that I'm married and an adult, and etc, etc... it hasn't stopped.
But, for some reason, because of my fear, I get the inspiration to write. I write poetry, stories, essays, thoughts... all when I feel the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up because I'm sitting in a dark room typing at the computer. It's strange, but the fear causes me to focus on creativity.
This is a poem I wrote in less than ten minutes, with the thought of fear running through my head.
Is anyone else inspired by fear?
Shadows Walk
When I'm alone in the dark, I shiver and I shake
The shadows plague me, rub me wrong
The kind of awful feeling, that keeps your mind awake
I close my eyes, sing quiet songs
I can not breath, I can not stir
My mind becomes a shaken blur
I'm like a child in the night
I cry beneath my blankets and
full of nervousness and fright
beg for someone's gentle hand
Can't see what causes me to fear
As demons strike me in my sleep
And it gets worse with every year
Secrets haunt me from the deep
End this fear that burns my heart
It is tearing me apart
--Kitten
But, for some reason, because of my fear, I get the inspiration to write. I write poetry, stories, essays, thoughts... all when I feel the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up because I'm sitting in a dark room typing at the computer. It's strange, but the fear causes me to focus on creativity.
This is a poem I wrote in less than ten minutes, with the thought of fear running through my head.
Is anyone else inspired by fear?
Shadows Walk
When I'm alone in the dark, I shiver and I shake
The shadows plague me, rub me wrong
The kind of awful feeling, that keeps your mind awake
I close my eyes, sing quiet songs
I can not breath, I can not stir
My mind becomes a shaken blur
I'm like a child in the night
I cry beneath my blankets and
full of nervousness and fright
beg for someone's gentle hand
Can't see what causes me to fear
As demons strike me in my sleep
And it gets worse with every year
Secrets haunt me from the deep
End this fear that burns my heart
It is tearing me apart
--Kitten