Best Agoraphobia Poems
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KJV John 8:32 "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
Agoraphobia
I mistook my pain for a summer's eve,
For this is what loneliness does to me,
Adrift on an orchid sweet stern petal,
It is lofty thoughts that steer my mettle,
For such frees me from my isolation,
Self-delivered like my separation,
Sites make a quarry, I try to withdraw,
Diverse regions clumsy, like a jigsaw,
Simply, naught to gain any sense I face,
Seclusion oddly is my happy place,
A zenith sun beats away at my door,
As carpet brand paces made on the floor,
Meds just let others see me at my worst,
For my inner self tells me I am cursed,
No potion concocted, no spell was said,
A sad delusion this shadow has spread,
A shedding sun frees me from my prison,
Like so many, I somewhat have risen,
But unlike them, it is for mixed reasons,
My annular trek for all four seasons,
The night, my phantom friend, my luxury,
As it lingers, it will embolden me,
Though my rest will not be the same but brief,
For my restless mind robs me like a thief,
As tomorrow lends vast hope advances,
Can I recover, what are my chances,
For I dread the dawn, fear it be the same,
To hide and not be found plays out this game,
It is common knowledge for those who know,
Agoraphobia, my true shadow.
2020 January 12
My Agoraphobia.
In 1983 you came back into my life.
Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.
You kept me a prisoner in my own home.
When all I longed for, Was to go out alone.
You caused me pain, you made cry,
I felt so ill, I thought I would die.
From doctor, to doctor, from pillar to post.
Where o where, is the cure I wanted the most?
Where exactly does the answer lie?
Eventually I found it, in a doctor called Di.
She gave me the will to carry on and fight.
I fought so hard, with all of my might.
The shops in the village seemed so very far away.
If only I could go out, just for one single day.
I tried and tried, the tears, the pain,
It was a battle lose or gain,
I gave it everything, yes everything I had.
It wasn’t easy, in fact, it was very bad.
In 1990, after 7 long years,
A lot of heartache, many, many tears,
I was starting to win the battle of getting out the door,
With each day, I was doing more and more,
But there was still so many things that I couldn’t do alone.
Still so many jobs, that had to be done on the phone.
I could now walk to the shops, there and back,
get the groceries, take them home, and unpack,
But I still couldn’t get a bus into town on my own,
only if I had someone to go with, borrowed, on loan.
It took several more years, of heartbreak and pain,
Before I could finally travel alone again.
May 2nd 2000, I jumped on a bus and popped into town,
It was just like my world had been turned upside down.
HERE WAS I FREE AT LAST,
Finally free to forget the past.
So I decided to do something I had never done before.
I started at college part time, each day I couldn’t wait to get out of the door,
To catch my bus, to feel like I had finally rejoined the human race.
Living life at a hectic pace.
Going to college at the age of 53,
Really did do wanders for me.
The computer course was harder than I thought it would be,
but others in the class helped me.
Our tutor was really nice,
Always ready with good advice.
Now I really feel I have turned my life completely around,
With this new freedom I have found.
With a lot of help, from my husband and son,
The battle is over, finally won.
So its goodbye agoraphobia you belong in the past,
Never again will you get me in your grasp.
This is a true poem of my own battle with Agoraphobia, That robbed me of a lot of my life,
Here I sit inside my box to the assembly line of the Boring Masses
Here I sit inside my box dreaming…
enjoying…
dreams that I can’t explain.
Dreams of color and music
Dreams of wine and dance
Dreams of song and joy
They can’t get me here
I feel warmth and safe inside my box.
They can’t make me feel in this fortress of individuality.
Outside I hear a constant rhythm of moans of pain.
Why would I want to be like them?
So, I sit inside my box waiting, dreaming , wondering and fearing
The rhythm is getting closer
louder.
Louder.
Louder!
So, I sit inside my box fearing, anticipating.
I feel cold and scared inside my box.
Scared of them
Here I sit inside my box fearing my insertion to the assembly line of the Boring Masses
By Robb A. Kopp
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Born into the frustration of this life
A fire fueled by abuse and negativity
Feelings of anger flood over me
I can’t breathe
Panting and gasping because this fear consumes me
All that remains within me is dark
I am lost and afraid
There is no light to lead me to safety
This darkness is constantly with me
Chains of depression bind me
I am in need yet I do not ask
Life evolves around me and I remain the same
Crying from within the hole that once was my soul
Though many surround me, I remain alone
I see the world outside and long to fit in; to participate
I reach for the door but it grows farther away
I search and yet somehow there is no other opening
Opportunities pass by like rivers
I suffer in constant sorrow
My heart beats rapidly out of control
My breath is jagged
My muscles ache and spasm
My chest is constricted
Darkness overcomes me and the world is silent
I faint to the floor
Another day gone
Locked inside the walls of captivity I remain
People pass, birds fly free, children laugh and play
Winter, spring, summer, and fall
Every second of every minute
Every minute of every hour
Every hour of every day
Every week of every month
Every month of every year
Every year for all of my life
I exist but do not live
I am a prisoner and a slave to fear
*For Sami's Small Cage, Big Bird contest
exhibited smile
whispers of trepidation
makes hearts feel heavy
There are places in this world
that i can't go
The safest place i know
is inside of my home.
At times i just feel
so low
And other times i question my
motivations for getting out of bed and coming
up with the answer being unknown.
People that i'll never meet or see
as they pass by on the street
nervously i turn the key
to get back to my room.
And if you asked me this today
i'd tell you i'd never asked to be this way
can't help it if it's to hard for me
to breathe.
There are doctor's and psychiatrist's
who tell me all the time that im fine
and they know just how i feel.
There are doctor's and psychiatrist's
that it's all in my mind
but they don't understand that
it's real.
Most just don't understand how hard
it is to be dealt this hand.
Now im not complaining it could
be worse.
But people mock and laugh because
of this brand.
Makes me punch the wall in anger breaking
it with my fists.
Walk just one day in my shoes
Just how good would you do?
Would you let everything ride?
Or just run way and hide?
All the pain and misery
Lonely nights when you can't sleep
All the thoughts inside your head
Feeling nothing more than dead
Go ahead i challenge you
Take some time and think it through
Then maybe you'll know what it's like
to be me, and not you.
There are doctor's and psychiatrist's
who tell me all the time that im fine
and they know just how i feel.
There are doctor's and psychiatrist's
that it's all in my mind
but they don't understand that
it's real.
There are doctor's and psychiatrist's
who tell me all the time that im fine
and they know just how i feel.
There are doctor's and psychiatrist's
that it's all in my mind
but they don't understand that
it's real.
I will try tomorrow, I tell myself when the phone rings.
The answering machine is full, which makes me grateful.
A relief.
My sister is always checking up.
What does she think I am doing? Dying in here?
I laugh, knowing she will not drive the forty-two minutes it
takes to find out.
I figure she has befriended my nosy neighbor to try
and get my body out before it starts to rot.
I do not have a cellphone or a computer.
I do not have a TV set.
Too fearful of big brother.
Books are my companions.
I used to have a cat, but my fears are worsening.
I do not go outside any more. Have not been out there
for three years, maybe. Possibly six.
Amazon boxes come. I eat cereal mostly, with
powdered milk. Only opening the door to get them
inside if no one is in the hallway. If someone is, I
do not bother.
I pick up my book and begin to read.
I know I should call the gas company.
It must be a mistake but I do not feel like speaking
to a human today.
I will try tomorrow.
There is a knock on the door.
My heart begins beating triple time.
I imagine them coming in here.
I can hear it in my ears.
I sit quietly, not daring to turn the page,
for fear they will hear.
Footsteps leave. Probably the lady my sister
befriended. I do not even know her name,
all I know is that I do not like her. I turn the
page only after I am confident no one can hear.
Agoraphobia
I lifted my glass of red wine towards the lamplight as seeing
the light through a dreamy, rosy haze; I saw a dirty glass
full of fat finger marks I could not blame the barman since
I was alone at home thinking I should have been an actor.
I went on stage once an actor friend of mine, Tom Hardy was
rehearsing a play, all those empty seat looking at me I was
consumed with limelight fear. Tom loved his calling, he never
made it big but loved his craft, I saw him play Lesley Howard
in a movie made in Portugal and he was perfect for the role-
This really is about agoraphobia which has blighted my life and
I disappointed many by promising to appear at a public do and
not showing up and feigning mix up of dates. I told Tom, swore
he could cure me, by me taking none speaking role in a play.
Well, Tom died.
My wife’s gone to a party I’m looking after the cat and she don’t
know how famous I could have been
Come walk with me, we'll take a picnic
to the park or beach, we will find a secluded
Place out of harms reach.
Come walk with me, down deserted lane,
By orchards of apple, pear and peach,
a Place out of harms reach.
Come walk with me, down by rivers edge,
watch fish swim, trout, perch and roach,
a Place out of harms reach.
Come walk with me, through our woodland,
we will sit under oaks, pines and copper beech,
a Place out of harms reach.
Come walk with me, to the house of God,
listen about goodness that they teach,
a place out of harms reach.
Come walk with me, every day you hear my plea,
your safe, trust me no harm will come of thee,
together we could find peace, love, our utopia,
Why oh why do you suffer from this awful agoraphobia?
I c annot go near my front door...
it might mean a surprise is in store.
I might have to speak to people one day -
and golly gosh, I won't know what to say.
You see last December I went to a gathering
of strangers who wanted my blathering.
I didn't stay long, I just wanted to go home.
It has rarely been like me to idly roam.
I had the light, I crossed the street,
when a gigantic water truck did I meet.
He said he never saw me, squished me to the curb,
his truck ate my scooter's front wheel - absurd!
He was in the wrong and to hospital they took me.
Now they gave me lovely money, which I spent,
while sitting at my computer, quite content.
But since that day I stay inside...agoraphobia
Agoraphobia
Voyaging from Cuba to South Korea across the Pacific
takes about three weeks on an old freighter, but we knew
it had a beginning and an ending.
We have been held up in our flat for three weeks with
no ending in sight, next week it is said or perhaps the week
after that, if we are indoors long, we will get agoraphobia
and unable to leave the flat
Fearful of the world outside full of people and automobiles
agoraphobia is not a joke I have suffered from it on and off.
Once I stayed on board a tank ship for six months not leaving
the ship once I was saving money for further education
I needed help to walk down the gangway.
Once in Liverpool, I had another attack unable to leave the house
but I got help by a psychologist who lured me on a bus trip,
he was going to wait for me after four stops; he wasn’t there
I had to walk home among a throng of people
So, it might happen again because I tended to prefer
loneliness.
Caged between
giving up and pushing forward
You are trapped within this
solitary zone
where chaos and hate overtake
moments of joy try to escape
You run the distance with nowhere to go
Quarantine days, like a Broadway show
echoes in your head torment you all day long
breaking the warrior who was once very strong
Sitting by your window,
You watch how the light plays on the trees
and the birds swoop
living each day like a bleak dream
monotonous routine on loop
A swirl of emotions melts into soundless oblivion
swamped all over you with a negative caution
You curl up, claw at the walls of the pit
giving up every time but still holding on with a grit
Anxiety rips you out of sleep,
you label it as Agoraphobia
I tell you we’ll overcome this pain
and start all over again
I tell you, You’re an Artist- create Art
For you touch lives, you are a savior of my heart.
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.
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.
Here I lay oozing out of my box…
…having fallen from the assembly line.
I feel cool air infecting my box.
My fortress of individuality crushed.
I see other boxes and hear their joyous song as they ride above.
On the floor I still hear those moans of pain.
The moans grow louder.
louder.
Louder.
Louder!
So, I sit inside my box dreaming, regretting and wishing.
Inside my box I feel cold, scared and ashamed.
No longer scared of them…
But ashamed of what I’ve become.
Here I lay oozing from my box having missed my assertion…
…awaiting my destruction.
By Robb A. Kopp