A MOMENT OF PANIC.

Few are the times that I've known fear,

Just three such memories, stand out clear.

Two when death seemed near at hand,

One due to height, and one quick-sand.

The third, the one that scared me most,

As a school-boy living on the coast.

I'd been out shopping all alone,

To buy a gift, I longed to own,

With pennies saved, from errands earned,

I bought the gift for which I yearned.

Grasping it as though 'twer gold'

I hurried through the dark and cold.

Ere long the rain began to fall,

So I took shelter near a wall.

Soon my clothes were soaking wet,

As was my precious writing set.

The thunder boomed, and lightning flashed,

As the last half mile I dashed.

Suddenly all lights went out,

My heart was filled with fear and doubt.

The downpour ceased, then not a sound.

Pitch black, no sign of life around.

I thought the end of the world had come.

Then panic struck, my senses numb,

What if all but me were dead?

Such were the thoughts, that filled my head.

Was I doomed to endless night?

Would I ever use my "set", to write?

My heart was throbbing, fit to burst,

I ran toward home, to learn the worst.

As I passed the school, I knew so well,

A flash of lightning, struck the bell.

My fear dispersed, with that blinding flash.

And my sense returned, with the thunder's crash.

I  soon was home, clothes changed and dry.

Using the "set" I'd been out to buy.

I lost my fear of storms that day,

Now, I enjoy a lightning display.

There are few sights, more thrilling to see.

 But I won’t forget that one, believe you me.
 
 

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