The lightbulb
sneezed.
“Fsssttt! ”
it said.
Then “Fsssttt! ”
again.
And then
went out
like a...like a
light!
Dark flooded
the place
and the colours
vanished.
The colours
(I suppose)
were still there.
The yellow as butter
book.
The golden honey &
red bedspread.
But they had hid
themselves away
(as well as their shapes)
in the silence
of the dark.
Maybe the world
had run away.
I couldn’t even see
parts of me.
Only thoughts
seemed to exist.
I bumped into
a bit of hard darkness.
Pain brought my knee
back to me.
I could feel I was still
kinda real.
The silence
screamed loudly.
“I’m not afraid...I’m not afraid...I’m not afraid
...I’m SCARED! ”
It was like a nightmare
come alive.
Being 5 isn’t all
it’s cracked up to be!
“Help me! ”
I shouted wordlessly.
Suddenly the silence
filled up with footsteps
stuffing the dark
with sound.
My Dad’s breathy rasp
lovely with laughter.
His torchlight
cutting like a hero
through the depths
of the darkness
showing an every now & then
picture of a
frightened teddy bear
(sucking its thumb)
a terrified dolly
(stifling a sob)
an evil armchair
reaching out to
before through them
back into the dark.
My father’s smile
lighting everything up.
“Were you afraid...my little fellow! ”
“Wot? Me? No! Never! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem