Angela Wybrow

Freshman - 854 Points (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

Fear Of Falling - Poem by Angela Wybrow

I am at the local funfair:
I am sat, strapped in a chair.
I can feel myself steadily rising –
My rash decision, I’m now revising.
Suddenly, I’m there, at the very top –
My seat tilts forwards, ready to drop.
I open my mouth, ready to scream,
But all is not as it may seem.
The fear, I find, I just can’t take,
And that is when I’m jolted awake.
That it’s not real, I feel so relieved,
And, once again, I’m able to breathe.

Comments about Fear Of Falling by Angela Wybrow

  • Freshman - 521 Points John Brown (10/22/2013 6:20:00 AM)

    This one made me smile. I like a poem with a twist at the end. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Wahab Abdul (10/20/2013 4:12:00 PM)

    really this is wonderful, like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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