Long Agoraphobic Poems
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Forgive my thoughts unstoppable
Feeling wrong is natural as bone
Don't overthink the morning with doubt
The voice of God is in shameful thoughts
Forgive packing oily lunch for my son
Accept the dreaded work familiar
Sit down in the corner when it’s done
The sinful little things are exhausting
Accept rather than control who I am
But acceptance without change is hard
Accept I’m guilty down to my DNA
Must I embrace this strange redemption?
My son has left his home for another
Start smoking when the house empties
My sins return to me with every inhale
Trust doubting is as natural as cancer
I’m a failed agoraphobic father
Lessons learned are re-cleansed on repeat
See my shortcomings through a child’s eye
Faltering is natural to a crippled mind
My guilt mocks me reaching for forgiveness
Says I have two left feet while others dance
God reminds me embarrassment has no shame
Rescue is patient even for the handicapped
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Psalms 32:5
Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the LORD.” And you forgave the guilt of my sin.
Well I'm a bit agoraphobic so I stay at home for my aerobics but it's not good for my dome to play alone in a silence cone so I faced my fear but that outpaced my cheer since I also chased my fear of flying which induced my fear of dying, so my aerophobia produced my necrophobia and in rolled the storm which truth be told isn't out of norm but in regular form here I am seeing strobic lightning while I'm fleeing in astraphobic frenzy frightening so much so I hid inside a cupboard and cried until my eyes were blurred but then a thought occurred that's not absurd but I began to feel microbic since I am real claustrophobic so back outside toward the trees but dendrophobia brought me to my knees so eyes squeeze shut, to ease my queasy gut and I stand uneasy only to fall to my butt and manage to fall into a hole so not only am I trypophobic but in there with me is a roe buck brought up my elafiphobia and I snuck out but he fought out and caught up in the muck and folks, he was a big one so as he reared up guess what flared up, major megalophobia spell and I beg ya, you have no idea, hell, the worst of it all was this curse not so small, not even racing, buck chasing, out of control, falling in holes, making blunders during thunder, wish I could shrink down to a mouse and be back in my little house as the worst of the worst, bubble burst, first on this wicked list of these hard to say, wish they'd go away, overdrawn, ridiculously LONG named phobias, is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, iconically ironic cruel kind of jewel, fit for this hypochondriac fool.
Agoraphobia
It has rained for days, snug he is in his room
putting the world to right
The rain stopped, time to go and do some
Shopping driving to the place of the open
So big the supermarket is, rows upon rows
of food and washing up liquid; so many
People, what are they doing here
a wave of terror, hold on to your shopping trolley
must not collapse, people will think you are
sick and call an ambulance
stroll, take what you need, look cool
Check your card, remember the code, and try
to find a till where an elderly lady sits
stroll to your car, look nonchalant
I do this every day
safe in your car, adjusting your thoughts
You made it, mate. Nothing wrong with you
Sigh, the daily struggle for an agoraphobic
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites,
facade postpones ceiling beams gold strike streaks,
soleless soul flits swarming countenance cheeks,
dance preps off-Broadway show and a bit more,
mirror laughs hushed, smiles aloud, assured score.
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Hogwarts seedbed on windows, one attends,
self-mocked reflect face, sees the village ends,
pressed off, Hogwarts seedbed--windows, returns,
swings, tick, chime, digital, sands, time-take-turns,
midday passes, pinks-whites-brown creamy melts,
boredom still on, chips and pops up, rain pelts.
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Ain't an, Acro..., Aero..., Aquaphobic,
Where is love? Heal this ... Agoraphobic.
Can happily ever after truly ever exist
Where we live in a world that looks like this
Where we live in a society that favours division
Because how can one truly be happy
In a world that excludes and is racist
How can one have hope this will happen
Especially when you're black It's not something we get to imagine
Why get your hopes up, when there was never any hope to begin with?
We never even get to dream
For our existence is a constant struggle
Where the media leaves us agoraphobic
Where we become a target in the eye of the public
And our feelings are invalidated
To the point where silence become our best friend
Trapped in a cage of hatred
Locked in a cell of a mind Indoctrinated by the noise of outside mistreatment
How can we have a happily ever after
When we don't know what that is
When throughout history
The only ending we've ever had
Is misery, pain and slave labour
And it hasn't even gotten any better
And the only dream life we have ever wanted was a life of equality and freedom
But instead our 'happily ever after' is being allowed to live and even then its not a sure thing
So can happily ever after truly ever exist
When we live in a system
That favours white and punishes black
Or to reframe the question
Can happily ever after exist
For a black person?
I awoke in a half dead state.
Senses crippled with no thoughts.
I lay alone, in an empty space.
The nothingness lasts until I peel open my eyes.
Without warning bursts of light pierce my soul as the colours in my world overflow.
That empty state was live and new, a brilliant sight that slowly grew.
I throw open my door, and my senses are assaulted with life.
A spectrum of sounds and a swirl of smells collide.
I can feel the world, as I stand in my doorway.
A bleak existence that now has meaning.
I can feel.
The warmth of the sun beats down.
The gentle touch of the wind exhilarates me.
I am lost in time, with no need to find my way.
I can see the leaves on the trees flitter.
The windows of the cars flicker with reflected light.
I dare myself, and close my eyes, leaving the beautiful sensations.
All I can do is breath, and now I feel alive.
I fall back, and land on the grass.
With eyes closed I feel the hundreds of blades, fresh, and new.
I can feel, and I am alive.
Alex Gladu
A Feeling of Hope