Agoraphobia
No walls! Naked space
And panic born of openness,
Where we confront love’s dread expanse.
Beware! Terror-place
Of freedom where our hearts undress,
And too much candor kills Romance.
Retreat! Go—retrace
Our trail and trek where fear is less,
And sentiment (old-fashioned) has a chance.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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