I was inspired to write this by ” Coffin Roads “- those were roads that connected villages to cemeteries. These roads existed in the Middle Ages, but if you lived by one of those unused( ? ) roads now, I can’t help but to feel that would not be good for somone with an exciteable immagination.
I took a stab at using the acrostic form from a challenge at Experience Writing Called Facing our Fears. The phobia I chose was Taphophobia, the fear of being buried alive. This form really was a challenge, but I enjoyed taking it and I may have a go at it again.
There is a road behind my house
and everyone who travels it is asleep
pulled by a horse and carriage
headed for a house that is six feet deep
only the sleepers live there
people who visit leave them flowers and coins
haunted by ghostly memories
on nights when they are always alone
by myself in my bedroom where I never sleep
in the fear I will hear,
are you ready, we can take her now, and they will bring my coffin upstairs.