Acrophobia

I can’t flap my wings

I belong in the sea

damp moisture envelops me.

Petrified of pinnacles

heights are my downfall

clutching me

with grasping hands.

Pry my eyeballs

avoid bridge gratings

shaking from traffic

I’ll slip right through.

Don’t put me on pedestal

might plummet to my end

sadistic thoughts gnawing .

Memories remind and haunt

climbing Washington Monument

could see all the way down

through the open rungs,

spiral staircase of Hell.

Questions resound loudly

panicking my insides

what am I afraid of?

Is it myself?

or am I aghast

that I might tumble

into the jagged rocks

of someone’s mind?